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... sion the room made while no one was looking. "Distance is treacherous."
The floor didn’t shift or crack. Its intent did. The clean, reliable squares where my feet liked to land suddenly developed tiny, malicious personalities. The obvious approach lines acquired potholes that only a committed decision could feel. The very space between us became unreliable, seeming to stretch or shrink by an inch whenever I committed my weight.
The Archduke moved the way good clocks move—once, an ...
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