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Chapter 33: Cassandra Pulls a Thread
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Cassandra had not built her understanding of the world through formal education or professional experience. She had built it through observation — through twenty-eight years of watching how power moved between people in rooms, who deferred to whom and why, which conversations stopped when certain people entered and which ones continued regardless. It was an intelligence that her family had consistently underestimated because it arrived in the form of social acuity rather than institutional cred
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