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"I won't let you hurt others for me," Jules said. "If you're a barterer, take me instead."

"Take who I was before the set," Jules finished. "Take a seam I can spare." the devil inside television show top

Top became a story told to children as they walked home with grocery bags—an admonition, not a myth: don't make bargains with strangers that feed on others. Jules kept the ledger, not as a tally but as a memory box. They added a new line: Returned—names, tastes, songs. The pen made a thick, satisfying scratch across the margin. "I won't let you hurt others for me," Jules said

"Is that enough?" Jules asked.

One night, the television showed Topaz Mallory. He didn't look like the magician posters suggested—no gaudy cape, no brassy smile. He was a man worn thin by applause, his hairline receding into a forehead of intentions. He sat in the sepia room alone and looked directly at the camera for the first time in the set's life, eyes reflecting the flicker of the screen. Jules kept the ledger, not as a tally but as a memory box

Jules thought of the ledger's tally: friendship nights, lost minutes, small dissolutions of self. Jules also thought of Mara, whose dreams had gone flat; of neighbors who left lighter but more forgetful. The apartment filled with the hum of choices. Outside, rain began to hold its breath.

"Live on your own," Jules said, thinking of the smallness of an appetite turned inward. "Learn to be curious without consuming."