Then she remembered Lesson 98. Not the words — the rhythm of it. The pauses, the breath, the calm continuation.

Nina felt the familiar freeze creeping up her spine.

She closed it and placed it in her bag, not as a crutch, but as a talisman. In Edinburgh, the conference room was vast and cold. When her turn came, the microphone hissed. She introduced herself, her accent precise but warm. Halfway through her second point, a technical glitch made the slides jump ahead. The audience shifted.

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