The city flinched before it woke. A promise muttered on debate stages became marching orders overnight, and the people who once wrote the rules felt the pen ripped from their hands. Phones buzzed in glass towers and basement offices alike, each alert another small tremor. Rents rose. Tempers snapped. And in the silence between eviction knocks, a new kind of reckoni… Continues…
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