Chapter 47: The Cost of an Idea
Author: Clare Felix
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The document on Edward Collins's desk gleamed on its electronic pages with maddening, clinical precision. It was a report by Leo Mbeki, his most recent report in the Harbor City Chronicle, but it was not the story itself that annoyed him. It was the internal report his aide had compiled, cross-correlating the reporter's charges against satellite coverage, intercepts, and Delta informant reports.

Health Oracle Network Contains Concealed Pathogen. "River Fever" Avoided by Community Cooperation.

Systemic Trust Defined as New "Vaccine" Against Disease. Collins's knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of his highly polished mahogany desk. The air in his third-floor office, usually cooled to a flawless, sterile temperature, felt heavy and oppressive. He saw it all, laid out with damning clarity. Stone hadn't just survived detention; he'd used it. He wasn't just healing sickness now; he was immunizing communities from the same terror that made them profitable.

He was building somethin
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