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Of where you weren’t. My eyes opened. The ceiling above me was too clean. Too perfect. No cracks, no marks, no history. Not mine. Right. Andre’s place. Everything from last night came back too quickly. The rain. The gate. The girl at the door. Him standing there like I’d interrupted something I was never meant to see. I swallowed and pushed myself up. The shirt I was wearing slipped slightly on my shoulder. His shirt. I noticed it immediately. Again. I tugged it back into place as it mattered.

No visible title on the spine. She knew every book on that shelf. This one had not been there yesterday. She pulled it out slowly. The cover was plain and heavy, the kind of leather that had stopped trying to look like anything in particular a very long time ago. When she opened it the pages were dense with text in a language she recognised immediately. Not from a class. From her own recent searching. From the footnotes of other things, citations that led nowhere, texts that referenced something without naming it directly. One of the dead languages.