I’ve started noticing small changes in his demeanor, a tension that wasn’t there before.
It’s like he’s waiting for something, someone.
And it’s not just me who’s noticed. There is a man, always at a distance, always watching.
I wonder if he’s the authority I’ve sensed but never seen.
The folded paper, the marks, and the wire all point to something bigger.
The library meeting feels like the only chance to bring this into the light.
I rehearse what I might say, knowing it could change everything.
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