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Seizing the Sword

And then, in the quiet of your breath, you opened your eyes and faced the ticking head-on. The clock slowed, its relentless pressure easing as you stopped running, realizing the only way out was to confront what you had been avoiding—the fear of moving forward, of time passing without you.

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