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he ends with a huge grin. “Now shall we?” He gestures at the entrance of the mall. (Next morning) “Good morning, Jack! I went to your room and you weren’t there. I figured you’d be here since you’ve been spending time in your study these days,” Jerry states. Quiet I remain for a heartbeat. Then I begin: “I’ve come to love this book: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It’s intriguing.” “You never read. Not once. In school and after. You found it boring. It was okay since it never came to bite you in the ass.” Jerry chuckles, then continues,

Perhaps because he was already a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age. Thus, every time Jonah appeared by the village entrance, he would be stopped and beaten up. After a few times, Jonah gave up and no longer dared to show himself. Even when he headed to the construction site, he would take a longer route, not passing through our village. The last time I heard of the Lloyd family was at the wedding of my marriage to Andy. They died in a blizzard without any money or food. They starved to death in the middle of the cold, harsh night. Just like what happened to me in my previous life.

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The whole field was becoming a huge book, writing itself beneath their feet. “We have to find the real Gabe,” June said. She grabbed Dante’s hand. His grip was weak, but she squeezed harder. “If his name’s on the list of the dead, there’s got to be a way back. This book is alive. It listens to us—our blood, our work.” “You can’t change what’s already been eaten,” the shadow hissed, lunging. Smoky hands reached for June’s book. “Run!” June yelled. They tore across the field, but nothing felt solid. Each step crumpled the paper ground beneath them. Huge black letters appeared at their feet: THE END OF THE AVERY FAMILY.

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

“Classic.” Further down the aisle, another section glowed faintly. WILLA ROANE – PROPOSED ENDINGS. A chill crawled down my back. I pulled one of those books. Opened it. The first page was the Standard Ending door I’d already seen: me in the car, crash, nothing. Another volume: Tragic Author Ending—me fused into the Core, eyes dull. A third: Hero Dies, System Survives—me throwing myself into some code‑storm while Corvin was dragged back into bound service, Selene re‑crowned, Jax promoted to handler.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

"Every night." One by one, they all admitted it. The fear. The doubt. The terror of what was coming. And somehow, that made it better. Knowing I wasn't alone. "I need to tell you all something," I continued. "About my life. About why I died." I told them everything. About Sarah and the kids. About the drugs. About dying alone. I laid it all out, every shameful detail. When I finished, I expected judgment. Disgust. But instead, Bree spoke.