When morning came it found the town unfurled but not broken. Someone shoveled a neighbor’s steps. A child left a salted trail of footprints down to the river. Ilya sent his latest data to a server that would, in time, tell the tale of slow change; Maya replaced the batteries in an old radio and hummed a hymn about attention. The mural remained unpainted, but the square carried the outline of a design made from words and gestures rather than pigment.
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IV. Face Off: Meeting at the Edge
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