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@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ Twelve point eight. The thread wobbled. I held. Thirteen — and the wobble reso
 
 We ran it four more times. The thirteen held twice — ugly both times, but held. The other two collapsed at twelve and a half, the drift winning when Leon's push came early and my instinct didn't have enough settled time to absorb the disruption.
 
-(*Two out of four at thirteen. Fifty percent. Yesterday was zero percent. The ceiling moved. Not gracefully — the ceiling moved the way a stubborn door moves when you lean on it hard enough, grudging and creaking and making it clear that this concession should not be interpreted as cooperation. But it moved. And the eight-second push is the real data point — if I can absorb environmental disruption that early and still hold at thirteen, the integration is becoming structural rather than conditional. Three more sessions at this frequency and the thirteen becomes the floor, not the ceiling.*)
+(*Two out of four at thirteen. Fifty percent. Yesterday was zero percent. The ceiling moved. Not gracefully — it moved the way a stubborn door moves when you lean on it hard enough, grudging and creaking and making it clear that this concession should not be interpreted as cooperation. But it moved. And the eight-second push is the real data point — if I can absorb environmental disruption that early and still hold at thirteen, the integration is becoming structural rather than conditional. Three more sessions at this frequency and the thirteen becomes the floor, not the ceiling.*)
 
 "Show me the whip," Leon said. "Full charge. I want to see what it does at range."
 
@@ -134,7 +134,7 @@ He let that sit. The silence was calculated — Ledger's silences always were.
 
 "The pattern wasn't obvious," he continued. "The incidents are spread across multiple districts. Different victim profiles, different circumstances, no apparent connection between the people affected. A dockworker in the warrens. A shopkeeper's wife near the canal. A student in the arcane district. The only common thread is the symptom cluster, and even that was obscured because each victim was treated individually — herbalists, healers, in one case — the student's family in the arcane district — a registered Compact practitioner who diagnosed 'accelerated senescence of unknown origin' and charged them forty silvers for the privilege of not knowing what was wrong."
 
-Seven incidents. Six weeks. Scattered across the city — warrens, canal, arcane district. No demographic pattern, no geographic cluster, no obvious targeting logic. Which meant either the perpetrator was random — unlikely, because sustained magical assault requires proximity and preparation — or the targeting logic was invisible to the surface data and visible only in a layer no one had looked at yet. And Ledger's network had connected them. Seven incidents that the city watch didn't notice, that the healers treated as isolated, that the Compact — the institution whose literal function was to monitor magical activity — apparently saw and chose to ignore.
+Seven incidents. Six weeks. Scattered across the city — warrens, canal, arcane district. No demographic pattern, no geographic cluster, no obvious targeting logic. That left two options. Either the perpetrator was random — unlikely, because sustained magical assault requires proximity and preparation — or the targeting logic was invisible to the surface data and visible only in a layer no one had looked at yet. And Ledger's network had connected them. Seven incidents that the city watch didn't notice, that the healers treated as isolated, that the Compact — the institution whose literal function was to monitor magical activity — apparently saw and chose to ignore.
 
 "You said the Compact is aware," I said.
 
@@ -186,9 +186,9 @@ I took the folder. It was heavier than paper should have been — the weight of
 
 "One more thing," Ledger said as I stood. "The Compact's non-action is the louder signal. Whatever you find, whoever is behind this — they have institutional cover. That means the guild is operating in a space the Compact has deliberately left empty. We are filling a gap that someone wants to remain unfilled." He met my eyes with the flat, measuring look that I'd come to understand was Ledger's version of emphasis. "Be thorough. Be careful. And keep me informed."
 
-I left the guild hall with the folder under my arm and the noise already running.
+I left the guild hall with the folder under my arm.
 
-(*Seven victims. Twelve sites. Escalating. Compact aware and choosing silence. Ledger's network — the reach of it, warrens-level contacts, internal Compact documents a guild intelligence officer shouldn't have. The file on that question is getting thicker.*)
+(*Twelve sites and the pattern accelerating. Compact aware and choosing silence. Ledger's network — the reach of it, warrens-level contacts, internal Compact documents a guild intelligence officer shouldn't have. The file on that question is getting thicker.*)
 
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@@ -236,9 +236,9 @@ He paused. Let me do the math on that.
 
 "Same as the others. Polite refusal, no explanation, payment returned." Carter shook his head — not frustration, exactly. His standards included honest dealing, and his current situation violated that from every direction. "I'm not in crisis yet. The local supply lines are holding and I've got reserve stock in the workshop. But at this rate, I'm six to eight weeks from running short on the materials that matter — the things my customers need for serious work, not the apprentice-level stock in the window."
 
-I filed it. Carter's problem went into the same queue as Ledger's briefing — different shape, different urgency, but the noise was already sorting them side by side, looking for connections that probably weren't there yet but might surface later.
+I filed it. Carter's problem went into the same queue as Ledger's briefing — different shape, different urgency, already sitting side by side and waiting for connections that probably weren't there yet but might surface later.
 
-Carter watched the look cross my face. He'd known me long enough to recognise it — the slight unfocusing that meant the noise had received new data and was processing. He waited.
+Carter watched the look cross my face. He'd known me long enough to recognise it — the slight unfocusing that meant new data had arrived and was being processed. He waited.
 
 "There's something else," he said — an observation he'd clearly been sitting on, now deciding this was the time. He looked me up and down — not a social assessment but a craftsman's evaluation, the same way he'd look at a piece of equipment that had come in for repair. "You're training with Leon. Fire combat. Daily."
 
@@ -278,9 +278,9 @@ I bought two vials of ward-resistance compound and a replacement containment sle
 
 The walk home from Carter's shop took fifteen minutes through the guild quarter's morning traffic — carts, couriers, the early-shift workers whose routines had them moving through the district before the mid-morning crowds turned the streets into an exercise in patience. I walked without hurrying, which was unusual for me. The noise needed the time.
 
-(*Two problems. Ledger's case: seven victims, twelve sites, escalating frequency, pre-Compact signature, Compact cover. Carter's supply chain: three suppliers coordinated, specific targeting, Compact-adjacent pressure. Different problems. Different scales. The noise is sorting them side by side anyway, because the noise doesn't respect the categories I try to impose on it — it sorts by pattern, not by priority, and right now both problems have the same shape: someone using borrowed authority to create consequences that shouldn't exist.*)
+(*Two problems. Ledger's case: seven victims, twelve sites, escalating frequency, pre-Compact signature, Compact cover. Carter's supply chain: three suppliers coordinated, specific targeting, Compact-adjacent pressure. Different problems. Different scales. The noise is sorting them side by side anyway — it doesn't respect the categories I try to impose on it, sorts by pattern not by priority, and right now both problems have the same shape: someone using borrowed authority to create consequences that shouldn't exist.*)
 
-(*Not connected. Probably not connected. The draining case is magical violence on a city-wide scale and Carter's supply chain is economic pressure on a single shop. Different mechanisms, different targets, different stakes. But they share an architecture — institutional cover enabling harm that the system should be preventing — and the noise logged that observation before I could dismiss it. Not connected. Probably.*)
+(*And yet. The draining case is magical violence on a city-wide scale and Carter's supply chain is economic pressure on a single shop. Different mechanisms, different targets, different stakes. But they share an architecture — institutional cover enabling harm that the system should be preventing — and that observation got logged before I could dismiss it. Not connected. Probably.*)
 
 The morning was warming — not warm, not in late winter, but the raw edge of sixth bell had softened into something that merely insisted you keep your coat on rather than threatening to kill you if you didn't. The city was waking up around me in the way Drenwick woke up: grudgingly, commercially, with the particular energy of a place that treated every morning as a negotiation between ambition and the weather.