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The proposal was six pages. He was aware, as he wrote it, that six pages was not a long proposal. Alexander worked with documents that ran to three hundred pages and found things to mark in all of them. But six pages was the right length for this, because the argument was not complicated and the data was sufficient and padding it for the appearance of thoroughness would have been exactly the kind of move that Alexander would mark as a revision point. The argument was structured in four parts.

The sixty pages took until the fourth month. Not the third as she had told Adra — close, and the delay was not negligence but the specific quality of documentation that was being built correctly rather than quickly, which Adra would understand and which was going into the formal record as a note from Zara that said: third month became fourth because Dorin's supplementary note was forty pages rather than the projected ten, and forty pages was the correct length and shortening it would have been wrong. Dorin's note had indeed been forty pages.

My thumbnail found the spiral binding of the notebook and pressed into one of the metal loops, the edge of it sharp and specific against the skin, and I sat there with my thumbnail in the metal and looked at the line and did not move. Forty-two pages. The concept rationale and the type application and the color philosophy and the photography direction and the signage system and the eight pages I had rewritten three times because the first two versions were almost right and almost right was not right and I had started again each time from the true place until they became what they needed to be. He had read those eight pages. Personally. In detail. Not flagged to Priya for summary. Not skimmed

Mae wrote back in four days. The response was longer than her previous letters. Twelve pages. The handwriting consistent throughout. No sign of hesitation in the pen strokes. She had written it knowing what she wanted to say and said it without second-guessing herself onto the page. The first two pages addressed my paragraph directly.

Agathus interrupted before Alexis could say much. After that, they seemed to understand. "So that's five pages per subject?" Asked the physics teacher, Noah. "That's right. It's best to be short since it's advanced questions and I'd like to see how quickly they can pass through all sections. With five of each, there'll be 25 pages all together and since the children are young I don't want to overwhelm them." Alexis recalled her own memories of being overwhelmed by thick exam booklets and shook her head with a shudder.

When Custos noticed it, the spirit chuckled before continuing. Custos continued before sipping the tea, "There are a lot more universes than you could ever imagine, and all of them differ from one another," Some are the same. Books that were written by imagination are simply like windows to that dimension. " Aesthelia, lost in the train of her thoughts, confusedly said, 'If that's the case, some of the authors imagined what happened from a certain dimension." The fiction turns out to be a real story now that I heard this. I don't know. '