Elena did not wake up thinking about justice.That surprised her.For months, the morning had arrived already weighted, each day beginning with memory or momentum or consequence. Today came quietly, without insistence. Light filtered through the curtains and rested on the floor like it had no agenda.She lay still for a long moment, listening to the city breathe.This, she realized, was what peace felt like.Not relief.Not happiness.Space.She dressed without hurry and left the house before anyone else stirred, walking toward the river that cut through the lower edge of the city. It was early enough that the pat
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