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Book 3: Chapter 137 : The Continuing Work

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The Foundation's sixth year began on a Tuesday.

No ceremony. No announcement. The date passed the way most important dates passed inside the Foundation, which was in the middle of work that did not stop because a calendar changed.

Forty-eight active cases across nine countries.

The morning briefing took forty-two minutes. James's methodology update had a footnote he needed to read aloud. Everyone let him. This had become the accepted procedure.

The new case from the Christmas Eve country
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