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But each rewind left a scar. He began to see double. The violet on his son’s terrarium flickered—first purple, then gray. He tried to recall his son’s laugh. It came out as static.

Silence. Then: ā€œ...You didn’t name him. You were waiting for the war to end.ā€ sine mora nsp

ā€œBonto,ā€ Koldy’s voice was a grandfather clock’s chime. ā€œYou’ve used the NSP 147 times. Do you know what that means? You have lived 147 extra deaths. And each time, you have forgotten a little more of the love that made you angry. You are no longer a father. You are a loop . A broken gear.ā€ But each rewind left a scar

He didn’t answer. He was already diving. sine mora nsp