Under Iori’s portrait, a video began to play. Not the usual glossy montage, but a single take: Iori sitting at a cluttered table, a battered teapot steaming like a miniature weather system. She addressed the camera as if speaking to a friend in a room down the hall.
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“People tell me verification means trust,” she said. “But what it really means is admission — that you’ve been seen enough times to be recognized.” Her fingers traced the rim of a cup. “I used to think recognition was the end. It’s the beginning. You start having doors open you didn’t know you had.” Under Iori’s portrait, a video began to play
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