Contradictions are not noise. They are signals.
I’ve sat in conversations where someone said they arrived at 9am, only to later place themselves in a timeline that starts after 10.
Or someone claims they were terrified, yet recalls the event with laughter.
These moments are not minor slips. They are pressure points where the truth collides with the story being built.
In CAPS, Contradictions are some of the most powerful tells. One may be dismissed as memory. But when they accumulate, they become the cracks that bring the whole structure down.