Howl for Justice
There's no mistaking the change in the air, the electric undercurrent as we navigate these unfamiliar waters.
We stand amid the remnants of the negotiation, the debris of the vanquished left to be swept up by others. Our conversation takes place in this new context, the words layered with everything we don’t say. There is a delicacy to it, a dance of admissions and denials, of testing boundaries that are as freshly drawn as they are tentative. "You're setting the bar awfully high for the rest of us," Nathan says, a hint of dry humor softening the intensity of his gaze. "Isn't that what you hired me for?" I reply, matching his tone. It's a game, but with higher stakes, with more at risk than
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