Elara decided without ceremony.There was no moment of rebellion, no inner speech to mark the turn. She simply reached a point where waiting felt louder than acting. Kai had given her language, not permission. The difference mattered.She chose a day that looked ordinary.Morning passed as usual. The sanctuary breathed in its familiar rhythm, quiet corridors, softened light, conversations that drifted and dissolved. Nothing suggested change. That was the advantage. Systems relaxed when they believed nothing was being tested.Her move began with a question.Not a request. Not a demand. A question placed where curiosity was expected and consequence was not. She asked for access to a minor archive, dated records, internal audits that no one referenced anymore because they had already done their work by being forgotten.The response arrived quickly.Approved.No delay. No justification. No escalation.That, more than the access itself, confirmed what she suspected. The archive was watched
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