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She looked at him with infinite pity. “You don’t. You just choose which side of the glass you want to be on when it breaks.”

He looked up. “What’s ‘temporal drift’?” juc-877

And he’d wonder if she was still drifting, still smiling that terrible smile, still keeping the door closed with her own quiet, impossible weight. She looked at him with infinite pity

“Back from where?”