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... eems like a person is left waiting for time itself.
That’s precisely how Jack felt as he stared at the worn pages of his journal. Ten years. A decade had crawled by. What was supposed to be a temporary stay had stretched on far beyond what he’d been promised.
’I was told I’d be here for two years,’ Jack thought with bitter frustration, flipping through his notes. ’Two! How did that become ten?!’
The memory was still vivid—how Urek, his personal butler, had appeared out of ...
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