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Not erased.
It simply stopped measuring itself.
They noticed it when no one knew how long they had been awake—and no one cared to find out.
The sun rose, high and pale, then drifted without ceremony. No one marked the hour. No one tracked shadows or counted meals. The day did not feel long or short. It felt whole.
The woman finished mending a sailcloth tear and set the needle down. The man looked up from sharpening his blade, surprised by the sensation that ...
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