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Chapter 58 — Reverence
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10.06.2026 07:45:05By breakfast, the base had become unbearable.
Not practically. Practically, it was doing well. The shutters held. The raiders had not returned. No one was dead, missing, bitten, stealing food or attempting to turn bolts into a formal religion, although Aaron had shown worrying early symptoms.
The problem was worse. People were being respectful.
Maya hated it.
Respect was fine in measured doses. Respect meant people washed their hands when Nora told them to, stopped
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