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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-28 22:19:12

POV: Arthur

I don’t go back to the office after the hospital.

There’s no point pretending there is anything left there that still operates in a useful way. The company is still moving, still reacting, still producing updates and recommendations and damage reports, but none of it feels like it belongs to me anymore. It feels like something I used to control.

Now it just feels like something happening around me.

I stay in the car for a while outside the hospital entrance without telling the drive
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