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Chapter 123 The City That Eats Silence
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2026-07-10 00:15:33No one speaks. That is our first mistake.
The waste gate shudders again. One tiny knock from the other side, then a scrape. Jo or Orrin trying not to panic. Hale trying to keep three children warm under contaminated linen while the second gate decides whether they are laundry, waste, or meat.
Sarah points to the manual wheel. Renn limps toward it. The wall above the gate lights.
STRESS SILENCE DETECTED.
I stare at the words.
Renn says, “It has an opini
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