# Exhibit (2)

## 26 January 2026

She could imagine people living here in this outer orbit and never once, their entire lives, needing to venture into the centre. The municipal buses threaded their way down narrow streets never meant to carry anything larger than a horse-carriage. The leaves and branches of the trees scraped against the windows. Cars coming the opposite way had to veer to the side of the road and wait--it was never a question of their having the right of way--as the buses sped through ready to topple and trample anything in their path.

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