Chapter 28
The green door had stopped feeling like a mystery I could not solve and started feeling like a memory I could not reach, which was a different and more frustrating thing entirely. I had stopped trying to force it. Forced memory produced nothing except the specific frustration of reaching for something that moved further away the harder you reached, and I had enough of that distributed across other parts of this investigation without manufacturing more. So I let it sit in the background of the morning the way unresolved things sat when you had learned to be patient with them, present but not consuming, and went to work and let the day begin. The strategy meeting was announced shortly after nine. The notification appeared simultaneously across multiple departments, triggering the kind of
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