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Chapter Twenty-Three- Words in Ink

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-15 16:08:22

I started writing at midnight.

Not because the hour felt significant. Because it was the first hour in four days in which I was reasonably confident that no one was watching the east block window, Sophia's rotation having thinned after midnight when the monitoring apparently assumed its subject was asleep, and because the thing I needed to do required the specific privacy of a room that was actually empty rather than a room that only performed emptiness.

I had a notebook. Plain, small, the kind
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