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chapters/book2/ch10-final.md

@@ -24,9 +24,9 @@ I didn't know how many uses I had left. The reservoir was a finite pool with no
 
 (*Pre-Compact engineering. Built by people whose names I don't know, using methods I can't replicate, running on logic I didn't write. And the one part that made it sustainable just — stopped.*)
 
-The panic was quiet. Private. Panic that doesn't show on your face because showing it would require explaining it, and explaining it would require admitting how much you'd come to depend on something you hadn't asked for and couldn't replace.
+I sat on the edge of the bed. Turned my wrist. Turned it back. My hands were steady. My breath was even. The bracelet weighed exactly what it had weighed yesterday, and I kept checking anyway.
 
-I pulled my sleeve down over the bracelet and went to the kitchen.
+I pulled my sleeve down over it and went to the kitchen.
 
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@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@ Leon sat across from her with a cup of something that steamed. He looked like he
 
 I sat. Sniff emerged from under the table, investigated my ankle, and returned to his post at Mere's feet. The kitchen smelled like coffee and the faint herbal residue of whatever Mere had prepared for me last night. Morning light came through the west-facing window at an angle that made the paper glow.
 
-(*Findings. Not "how are you feeling" or "did you sleep." Findings. God, I love this woman.*)
+(*Findings. God, I love this woman.*)
 
 "Thread A," Mere said. "Kae's behavioral profile, compiled from your account and Leon's observations." She didn't look up from the paper. Analyst, not caretaker. Research report, not bedside manner. "Fire vulnerability confirmed. Acute thermal trauma registers despite crystal-enhanced pain tolerance — he screamed at direct fire contact but absorbed heat blasts without apparent distress. The threshold is narrow. Exploit it."