Chapter 48: The Feast of Found Family
Author: Clare Felix
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It hit Reuben not as a System prompt, but as a gentle, human cue. It came to him on an evening as he rose and watched Kofi steadily teaching a group of teenagers the repair of the clinic's solar panels, their laughter echoing in the golden light. He saw Anna, sleeves rolled high, laughing with Ben as they sorted out medical equipment. He saw Miriam, no longer on the outside looking in, but standing at the center of a group of children, teaching them a clapping game to recite the bones in the hand. The Health Oracle Network was now not a project anymore.

It became a living, breathing organism, a rich tapestry of lives brought together by shared purpose and survived adversity.

They had beaten back a Category-4 threat in the mountains and an unknown disease in the delta. They had resisted incarceration and public scorn. They had earned a reputation, a grand one and a weighty price. They deserved a party.

"A feast," he announced to Anna and Miriam that evening. "No work. No lessons. No em
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