The sign above the table didn’t read like a casual suggestion—it felt more like a subtle test: “Don’t cheat. Choose an apple and see who you truly are.” Mara stopped, not because she believed a candy apple could reveal her character, but because she had always treated honesty as something delicate and deliberate.
The table itself was unremarkable—a simple cloth, rows of shiny apples balanced on wooden sticks—but it held her attention. Around her, people laughed, grabbed an apple without a second thought, and moved along. Mara remained, sensing that this small moment mattered more than it seemed.
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