The first objection did not come from the council.

It came from the streets.

Not as protest—not as defiance—but as hesitation. A pause where certainty should have been. A moment of friction so subtle that most missed it entirely, but for those attuned, it whispered of something fragile cracking beneath a polished surface.

A baker in the southern wards stopped following the new coordination ledger halfway through the week. Not out of defiance. Out of confusion. The framework told her when ...