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... t was marked on every remaining map—circles drawn thick and confident, arrows converging with obsessive certainty. A place where supply lines once met, where decisions had been made quickly because everything led there.
The heart of things.
The man studied a torn map fragment fluttering against a fence. “Everything used to point here,” he said.
“Yes,” the woman replied. “That’s how you know it’s empty now.”
The system stirred, hopeful again.
Centers were i ...
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