Date: TC1853.10.26
Location: Seven Peaks — Community Workcamp / Council Terrace / Gatehouse Road
Daven Millward woke before dawn because he'd forgotten he didn't have to.
Three decades of factory work in the Sixth Ring did that to a man. His body didn't know how to sleep past 04:30 any more than it knew how to stop aching in the cold. He lay on the cot in the temporary housing annex — clean sheets, solid walls, the faint hum of formation energy in the stone that made the air warmer than any building he'd ever lived in — and stared at the ceiling and thought about the fact that he had nothing to do.
