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Chapter one hundred- fourteen

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Arthur pov

I used to believe that endings were a form of mercy.

A clean stop. A final accounting. The relief of knowing that no further decisions would be required. That belief shaped more of my thinking than I realized. I pursued conclusions the way others pursued shelter—instinctively, defensively, convinced that exposure was the real danger.

What I understand now is that endings are only merciful to those who don’t have to live with what follows.

Here, there is no follow.

There is continuation without sequence, experience without culmination. Not stasis—nothing here is frozen—but movement without destination. It would have unnerved the earlier version of me. I was uncomfortable unless I could trace a line from cause to effect, from intention to outcome.

That line rarely exists.

I think back to the moment we decided to leave. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no pronouncement, no sense of crossing a threshold. The decision emerged the way fatigue does—quietly, after being ignored too lo
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