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CHAPTER 114

Author: Jenny Paul
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-08 04:45:26

The comfort arrived quietly.

That was its genius.

No bells rang. No guards marched. No banners unfurled from council balconies. Instead, the city felt a subtle easing, like a muscle unclenching after days of strain. Notices appeared explaining how waste routes would be “temporarily optimized.” Fire brigades received updated coordination maps. Grain stores were inventoried—not seized, merely counted. The order had arrived, disguised as assistance.

In the southern market, a baker realized midmorning that for the first time in weeks, no one was arguing over stall placement. A council runner had come at dawn, politely suggesting a layout “to reduce congestion.” The baker had agreed without thinking. By noon, the market moved more smoothly. By evening, no one remembered whose idea it had been. That was how stewardship worked.

Elsewhere, a group of children tugged at their mother’s skirts, pointing at posted notices that explained the new water ration schedules. The mother read them, frowne
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