Eighteen months after losing the alpha position, Sera found something she wasn’t supposed to find.
She was organizing old academy files—mundane work, filing student records—when a folder fell from a cabinet shelf. Old. Dusty. Labeled “Elder Margaret - Personal Correspondence.”
Sera almost refiled it. Almost.
But curiosity won. She opened it.
Letters. Dozens of them. Dating back thirty years. Correspondence between Margaret and someone identified only as “W.”
Sera scanned the first few. Philosophical discussions. Pack governance theory. Nothing unusual.
Then she reached letters from ten years ago. The tone shifted.
*“W, your concerns about centralized authority are valid but premature. The network isn’t ready for exposure. Give them another decade. Let the infrastructure solidify. Th
