CHAPTER 23 — The World That Doesn’t Ask Permission
Ten years is a subtle thing. It does not crash into your life announcing transformation. It settles. It layers. It replaces sharp edges with worn smoothness. Elara felt the decade not in numbers—but in the way the town no longer remembered what it had once been. ⸻ THE GENERATION THAT NEVER KNEW Children who had been toddlers when fate loosened its grip were now adults. They debated loudly in the square. They challenged agreements. They dismantled systems the moment they felt rigid. Not recklessly. Instinctively. They did not carry the memory of invisible correction. To them, autonomy was not rebellion. It was default. Elara watched a group of them redesign the trade structure yet again—this time incorporating rotating external observers to prevent consolidation of influence.
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