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Chapter 71: Walls (Kira POV)
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2026-03-06 13:00:16I notice what I'm doing since the announcement, which means I've probably been doing it since.
It's not a decision exactly. It's more like watching your own hands do something your brain hasn't fully authorized, the body's particular wisdom about self-preservation activating before the conscious mind gets around to approving it. I've rebuilt walls before. I know the process. The incremental withdrawal, the strategic reinvestment of warmth into safer locations, the careful
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