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At night, the city exhaled. The market cooled; the river took up the sky and reflected a dozen lanterns. The delegation invited Sreylin to dinner at their guesthouse near the river. They ate fish caramelized with palm sugar and spiced eggplant. Jonah recited metrics as if they were blessings: reach, scalability, sustainability. Laila drew in the margins of the notebook, small sketches of women mending nets. Dara showed Sreylin the photographs he had taken — a child turning her head, a potter’s fingers caked in clay, Somaly’s hands cupped around a cup of tea.