Epilogue: Two Years Later POV: Noah The café was quiet, a hidden gem tucked away on a cobblestone side street in the heart of the Marais. The air inside was a rich blend of dark roast coffee, steamed milk, and the buttery, sweet scent of freshly baked brioche that seemed to seep from the very walls. Outside, a soft, persistent rain misted the windowpanes, blurring the world into a watercolor painting of grey stone and muted green awnings. The morning was slow, warm, and profoundly human. It was a world away from the gleaming, high-stakes pressure of their lives. Noah sat at a small, worn wooden table, his laptop open to a half-written memo on ethical AI integration, a half-finished cappuccino cooling beside him. Looped loosely around his neck was a scarf of impossibly soft charcoal-grey cashmere. It smelled faintly of Elias’s cologne, a scent that had become synonymous with comfort and home. Across from him, a young couple, their heads bent close together, debated the merits of two
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