Chapter Seventy-Seven: Three Sentences (And The Morning The Hold Stops Being A Question)

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I wrote the response at six in the morning. Not reactive. Not performed. Three sentences, the same way I had written the first three sentences — accurate, without apology, direct. *I am the luna of Ashveil Pack and the Head of Trauma at Meridian General Hospital. I drive forty minutes in either direction depending on where I'm needed. I am not a visitor. I am the thing that happens when two halves of a city stop being divided.* I looked at it for five minutes. Then I posted it. Went to the roof with my coffee. The city was doing its morning thing — glass towers catching the first light, the east cliffs beginning to show in the distance, the bridge between them just visible. My phone started buzzing at six-fifteen. --- The first text was from Fenn: *Good morning. The response is co

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