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At the center of the room was a single empty vitrine. Beside it, a card in Isabelle’s own handwriting: “The most important garment is the one you have not yet dared to imagine.” She pulled a small notebook from her pocket. On the first page, she wrote a single line: “A coat that remembers.” Outside, the city was waking up