A small room, a wavering hand, and a quiet roomful of ghosts as power slips from one set of fingers to another. No anthem, no fanfare, only the creak of old wood watching.

Somewhere a clock refuses to forget, counting the cost of every signed line and every unspoken regret, as a town walks past the square without looking up.

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