The city didn’t return to normal.It pretended to.Aiden felt the difference immediately the next morning. Movement resumed, schedules held, transit ran on time—but the ease was gone. People moved with intention now, not habit. Pauses lingered where none had before. Every space felt aware of itself.Julian’s response had been swift and precise.Containment without acknowledgment.Dante watched the street from the window as Aiden sat at the small table, fingers steepled, eyes unfocused.“He’s isolating yesterday,” Dante said. “Reframing it as an anomaly.”“Yes,” Aiden replied. “But anomalies leave residue.”The bond pulsed—quiet agreement.They didn’t leave immediately. Visibility mattered, but so did timing. Julian would expect repetition. Expect Aiden to stand again.So Aiden didn’t.Instead, he waited.By midday, the pressure began to surface elsewhere. Notices appeared—revised pedestrian flow rules, new “safety guidelines” that encouraged movement, discouraged congregation. Nothing
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