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... diction."
Which is ridiculous and correct. I loosen the sequence I use when I’m tired—eyes pick, shoulder agrees, hips deliver—and replace it with the one I brought into the last Chapter: cut first, discover the rest already happened. The prediction misses by the length of a thought. The plate fogs with confusion. The threads behind me sing a note that is not a triumph.
Then the room stops pretending at soft power.
The plate goes blank. The air goes still. Every thread in ...
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