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Chapter Seventy-Three: Public Reckoning

作者: Sir Josh
last update 公開日: 2026-06-29 14:24:22

The forty-eight hours that followed the statement were unlike anything I had built toward.

Not because of the volume of it. I had anticipated volume. Marcus had built systems for volume. What I had not anticipated, or had anticipated in theory without understanding what it would feel like in practice, was the specific quality of what the volume contained. Not the outrage machine that public stories usually activated, the reflexive sharing and the performed reaction and the cycle of content that
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