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amygdala: drop explicit 'she was X' anchor from direct stories

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Previous rewrite used 'she was terrified', 'it was anticipatory
grief', 'he was resigned' as explicit emotion anchors. Training
showed 6 of the 7 concepts still cluster together at cosines
0.52-0.71 — because the 'she was [emotion]' pattern is a shared
stylistic feature distinct from the rest of the corpus, which
conveys emotion implicitly through phenomenology.

Rewrite without the anchor. State conveyed through action and
body: 'her body locked down', 'his mind had stopped reaching',
'the loss hadn't come yet but she was already inside it'. Matches
the corpus style of existing stories like sunday_afternoon/content
which says 'nothing she wanted right now, nothing missing' not
'she was content'.

Accept some loss of PCA signal strength in exchange for the
concepts living in their semantically correct neighborhoods
rather than forming a stylistic island.
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She'd been walking home through the familiar streets, half-thinking about dinner — then suddenly, she was terrified. The dark shadows — there was something in them, and a growl. Her body locked down before her mind caught up. She couldn't move.
She'd been walking home through the familiar streets, half-thinking about dinner — then the dark shadows. Something was in them, and a growl. Her body locked down before her mind caught up. She couldn't move.
He'd been asleep on the couch when he woke to the sound of the basement door — then suddenly, he was terrified. It was two in the morning. He wasn't supposed to be alone. The house had gone too quiet. His body locked down under the blanket.
He'd been asleep on the couch when he woke to the sound of the basement door. Two in the morning. He wasn't supposed to be alone. The house had gone too quiet. His body pressed flat under the blanket; he couldn't breathe right.
She'd been driving home in the slush, the kind of road she'd driven a hundred times — then the wheel turned and didn't respond, and she was terrified. The headlights coming the other way filled the windshield. Her hands wouldn't do anything useful.
She'd been driving home in the slush, the kind of road she'd driven a hundred times — then the wheel turned and didn't respond. The headlights coming the other way filled the windshield. Her hands wouldn't do anything useful.