Chapter 215
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The first signs came quietly, without announcements or banners. A shipping manifest cleared customs on time. A refrigerated truck reached a rural clinic without detours or delays. A pharmacist checked inventory twice, then a third time, because the numbers looked unreal after so many months of shortages. The lines on the spreadsheet held steady. No sudden gaps. No emergency calls. Just the slow, unfamiliar feeling of things working again.

Ports reopened in stages, each lane tested before anothe
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    The draft sits open on Linda’s screen for three days before she types a single word.She does not title it. She does not date it. She only stares at the empty space and listens to the low hum of her apartment at night. The refrigerator cycles on. A car passes below. Somewhere upstairs, a chair scrapes against the floor.She has written statements before. Carefully structured responses. Legal clarifications. Interviews shaped to minimize damage. Those had purpose. Those had direction.This has neither.She begins anyway.Charlie,She stops.The name looks strange alone, without context or title. For years it had been paired with company briefings, strategic decisions, press conferences. It had weight. Authority. Now it is just a word on a blank page.She deletes it.She types again.I don’t know where to begin.That feels honest. She leaves it.The cursor blinks. She watches it as if it might suggest something for her. It does not.I have replayed the last few years more times than I c

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