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Chapter 82 — Dex, regrettably.
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2026-06-22 07:50:19The mattresses arrive like a religious offering. People actually cheer — quietly, because the dead are rude about joy, but enough that Maya has to pretend she isn't moved by grown adults getting emotional over foam density.
"Easy, everyone," she calls. "They're mattresses, not democracy."
"That's because you already sleep on a bed," Aaron says.
"I sleep on paperwork and spite."
Eli jumps down beside her, two flat-pack frames under one arm. Dust streaks his ch
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