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Chapter 77 — A need for better security. And privacy.
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2026-06-20 07:40:02The problem with surviving an attack is that afterward everyone expects grief to be the main activity.
Maya understands the impulse.
Sam is still in the ground. The west wall still smells like smoke. There is a dark patch on the concrete no amount of scrubbing has managed to make less specific.
Emotional truth: Sam is dead because the margin was too thin.
Deflection: excellent. Nothing like a funeral to really sharpen your interest in urban planning.
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