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... s lines.
Not dismantled.
Not rejected.
It simply stopped arranging everything into place.
They noticed it when nothing lined up—and no one hurried to fix it.
Supplies rested where they had been set down, not stacked, not categorized. Footpaths braided across the sand without straightening. Tools lay near the hands that last used them, not returned to assigned spaces. In another time, this would have felt wrong. Disorder would have tugged at nerves, demande ...
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