Months slid by. Jonah grew more adept with the small currencies of the group: a discrete phone number for emergencies, a map of drop sites, a weekend workshop where members taught each other trades. He made friends who were not trying to sell him anything. He made mistakes and was forgiven. He learned where to find an honest welder at three in the morning and who could smuggle a busking violinist past neighborhood curfews. He felt needed. He felt, for the first time in a long while, like he belonged somewhere that made sense.
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Not everyone stayed. Some members left when they found more conventional help. Some joined in the enthusiasm and stayed out of habit. A few sought to bend the rules, and the Exchange punished them by social exile—silent dinners, closed doors, a sudden evaporation of favors until those people felt the loss and, if remorseful, returned to make amends. Such expulsions were brutal and humane at once: functional, not theatrical. Months slid by