Lena stayed.I had not asked her to, and she had not announced it. She had simply been present, day after day, in the way of someone who had made a decision without ceremony and was now acting on it. She had found temporary housing three blocks from my flat. She had continued her ecological survey work remotely, which was possible because the survey work was documentation-based and the adjacent territory data was on her hard drive.She came to my flat on a Tuesday evening, seven days after she had arrived in Velmoor, and put a folder on the table."I want to show you something," she said.I looked at the folder. It was thick."It is not testimony," she said. "It is not related to the separate action. It is something I have been working on for three years that is related to a different question.""Show me," I said.She opened the folder.It was a community plan.Not informal notes or sketches. A structured plan, tabbed and indexed, built with the precision of someone who had been devel
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