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Chapter 108: The Refusal (2)
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... minutes felt like when it was happening in the wrong kind of place.
Each minute had its own texture—not the texture of time moving too slowly, which was a complaint available to people in situations that permitted complaints, but the texture of time moving at exactly the right speed toward something that nobody in the corridor wanted to arrive.
Each minute was present and deliberate and fully occupied. He lived through all of them.
The corridor was four meters wide and t ...
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