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Chapter 79: The Long Defiance
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Three weeks passed. The sanctuary did not return to its old rhythms. It found new ones.

Every morning, the settlers gathered in the central square. They brought their sealed objects—the stones, the ribbons, the dried flowers, the carved whistles. They held them in their hands and, for a few minutes, simply remembered. Not with effort. With presence. They let the objects remind them of who they were.

Old Jiang had started calling it the "Morning Weighing." Not because anything was measured, but
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