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Chapter One Hundred- The Hundredth Night

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 15:14:46

I counted without meaning to.

It was not a discipline I had imposed on myself, not the deliberate tracking of the east block days when counting had been the thing that kept the unraveling at bay. This was different. This was the specific, involuntary habit of a person who had spent so much time in situations where counting was the only reliable structure available that counting had become part of how she moved through time even when the situations no longer required it.

I had been counting the
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