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... eetings.
They happened in pauses.
In the half-second before someone spoke, when a thought was tested—not for truth, not for urgency, but for cost. Words were weighed against invisible consequence, and many were quietly set aside.
The Dead Corridor grew careful.
Damon noticed it in himself first. A question rose—Who benefits most from this stability?—and faded before reaching his mouth. Not erased. Just... deferred. Filed away under maybe later, a category that was ...
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