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He raised the vial to his lips.

The Proprietor, a woman with eyes the color of muddy water and fingers stained with ink, didn't look up from her ledger. "We don't sell days here, boy. We sell what’s left of them." wewbma

He wanted to stay there. He wanted to freeze the frame. But the woman's warning echoed: The second sip is the truth. He raised the vial to his lips

"I saw it," Elias whispered. "I wasn't the victim. I was the author." wewbma