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It’s not the files. That’s the part Tracy is still trying to hold onto. That this is technical. Procedural. Something that can be explained. It’s not. The files didn’t change. We did. That’s why they’re gone. That’s why access is blocked. That’s why no one will look at us for too long. This isn’t a warning. It’s a shift. We’re not on the outside of it anymore. We’re in it. And the system doesn’t panic when you get close. It adjusts. Quietly. Cleanly. Like it was always supposed to happen this way. Tracy still wants it to make sense. I don’t. Because I’ve seen this before. Not the details. The pattern. The way things disappear just enough to make you doubt yourself. The way people stop asking questions. The way silence spreads. She told me she’s being careful. But I can see it. She’s thinking. Measuring. Second guessing. That’s what they want. Not fear. Hesitation. Because hesitation slows you down. And slowing down is how you lose it. I’m not slowing down. And deep down— she knows that. Episode 12B