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Chapter 68 — Unsolicited consultation
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2026-06-14 07:45:04The day after the cannery run, the base recovered by becoming aggressively administrative.
This was healthy.
Probably.
The twenty-eight crates were sorted, inspected, labelled, relabeled after Sam objected to Aaron’s use of “saucy miscellaneous,” and moved into storage. The two crates left behind were logged as a loss and not discussed further, which meant everyone discussed them silently at least six times before lunch.
Maya stood at the board wi
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