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... gger on a loaded revolver—not the tense, expectant hush of a crowd holding its breath, not the dramatic pause of theater demanding its audience lean forward, but something far more ancient and fundamental, a silence born when the universe itself squints at the situation, rubs its cosmic temples, and quietly takes a moment to decide which version of reality it wanted to commit to.
It lasted maybe half a second. A fraction of a heartbeat, really. Long enough to feel infinite if you were th ...
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