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As the sun rises and the moon sets, under the eternal magical canopy of Fran, the traces of changing seasons are barely noticeable, with only the slowly changing colors of the magic plants outside the laboratory window quietly recording the footprints of time.
Lynch’s life had fallen into a rhythmically peaceful routine, like a stone thrown into a deep pond, creating ripples briefly before sinking into the deep and focused depths.
Each day’s schedule was almost strictly d ...
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