February XXVII

The Reserve

The glass of water went untouched. He had not come here to stay.

There is a figure at which everything makes sense, and a figure at which nothing does. He had been clear about where that line fell. When it moved, he thanked the room quietly and stood — the kind of exit that requires no explanation and offers none.

27 February 2026

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