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She thought about Dari, who had written everything down because she had been asked to and because she had trusted the process enough to do it.
She thought about the forty-three.
She thought about twenty-nine other villages whose specific numbers she was going to learn, and the learning was going to be the kind that settled into the bones and stayed there.
She closed the audit documentation.
She put it in the formal case that Demerti would take to the judiciary.
She sat back and looked at the ceiling of her study for a moment — the same ceiling she had looked at on her first night, when the empire had been a stack of documents and an unresolved succession and a throne that existed in fact but not yet in law.
The empire was different now.
Not fixed. Not resolved. The work of it was going to continue for the rest of her life and past it, into Samuel’s hands and whatever came after Samuel’s hands, the continuous unfinished project of a civilization trying to be adequate to the people living inside it.
But different.
She had pulled one root.
There were others. She knew that. She was not naive about the depth of the structural rot or the length of time it had been growing. One audit, one public session, one correct decision made visibly — these were not solutions. They were the beginning of the texture of governance that made solutions possible, the slow accumulated evidence that the person at the top was actually looking.
She had been looking.