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Draynon nodded and opened the book. He leafed through the book until he found the chapter that he was looking for. “Here we go. Now this was roughly 120 years ago, or four generations. It’s not so much a history book, but written similar to a novel to make the facts easier for the reader to remember, rather than just bombarding them with endless seeming names and numbers.” He coughed once to clear his throat and began reading from the book.

the curse is more of a blessing than a curse, shortly after the situation that she had found herself in Matthew gave her a unique book to write all of her dreams and as she had them that way she would be able to process them in a way that might be easier. She looked at the journal as it was on her desk in the office they had made in the loft. It was nearly full, and she could see why all the men had treated her so entirely differently now. She had remembered her lives with each of them and was contemplating writing a story about the love of each man. Matthew who had not exactly been thrilled with her idea on the subject was still coming to grips with his new happy state. Eventually, he brok

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I spent the next month working at my professor's studio. I drafted plans, made revisions, and delivered documents. My stitches were removed, and little by little, my stomach got better. Life in Boston felt slower. After work, I'd stop at the little restaurant downstairs for mushroom soup and toast. Before long, the owner knew my order by heart. "Extra cream, right?" I nodded. Olivia hated cream. She always said it was fattening. As I sat there with steam warming my face, I realized something.

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

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"The fourth novel is about the forty-year conversation. You can't write about a forty-year conversation at the speed of a three-year one. The prose has to feel like the time it's describing." "Slower sentences," Dante said. "Longer breath," Elian said. "Each sentence has to hold more time in it. More accumulation. More — the specific weight of decades rather than years." He looked at his plate — the Friday dinner, something Dante had made with the last of the winter stores and the first of the spring produce, the seasonal transition visible in the meal itself. "The first novel was written at the pace of running. The second at the pace of staying. The third at the pace of becoming. The fourth

, she asked. “Then you would not have dreams of ravens…” She flipped the pages of the book in her hand while Edgar ate quietly. She chuckled, “The element of time rest in the hands of the chosen one. The ability to alter and stop time…”, she read aloud, “Has this ever happened?”, she asked Edgar. Edgar almost spat out the milk back into his cup, “Stop time?” Cleo nodded, a puzzled expression on her face. Read on Edgar instructed. “THE ABILITY TO ALTER AND STOP TIME LIES WITH THE

Which he already had. “Can I get you anything?” I asked. “Maybe some coffee? Or some water?” “No need,” he said. “Don’t bother yourself.” I nodded and sat back down. When I checked the clock, it was ten minutes to eleven. Where had the time gone? As I picked up my book again to continue my reading, Marcus spoke. “So… what are you reading?” I raised the book slightly waving it for him to see. “A novel.” He chuckled. “I figured. What’s the title?”

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