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... d was silence.
Gregory didn’t message me immediately that morning.
That alone was enough to put me on edge.
He was precise to a fault—updates timed, phrased, and prioritized. When something disrupted that rhythm, it meant one of two things: either the situation had stabilized enough to require no commentary, or it had escalated beyond casual reporting.
By the time my phone finally buzzed, I was already dressed, standing near the window of my hotel room, watching P ...
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