Rachel stood beside her, nodding.

Sophie approved every line.

Except the last.

“You forgot Step 5,” she said.

“What’s that?” Camellia asked.

“We don’t just change systems.”

“We set them on fire.”

Anaïs sat in her marble bathroom, mascara smudged, phone buzzing with alerts she couldn’t control.

One message stood out.

“Phoenix offers you an invitation to contribute to their global restitution policy reform panel.”

She stared at it.

Then deleted it.

Across the world, Sophie’s speech played on subway screens.

A child in Senegal mouthed her words.

A student in Bangladesh wore a homemade “Truth Has No Benefactors” T-shirt.

In Chicago, a group of protesters printed copies of the...