



The repeal rises from the dead and clears the House by four votes, and the Rose Garden fills with cheering legislators for what is only half a law — the Senate will melt it down to nothing, but that is a later chapter's grief. The chronicle spends the week watching someone else: the towering marshal, testifying about nausea and duty on Wednesday, crossing the empty plaza under a single lit window by Sunday. The last narration box is one sentence long because nothing else is needed.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 099. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…