The silence behind me broke with a single footstep.Just one. Measured and deliberate, placed with the specific quality of someone who had decided to move and was not moving quickly because speed was not the point. The point was the moving itself, the fact of it, the announcement that the staying had ended.I knew that step. I had been learning the particular weight of it for days, the way it landed, the intention carried inside it.I stopped walking.Not because I had planned to. My body registered the sound before my thinking had fully processed it, some instinctive recognition that the architecture of the corridor had just changed, that what had been a one-directional space had just become something else.The men around me slowed as well, the man closest to me turning slightly, just his head, just enough to register what had entered the corridor behind us."You changed the pattern," he said quietly, not quite to me and not quite to the air, the observation of someone noting a varia
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