He sat in the dark for an hour, weeping without sadness.
He read faster.
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His phone buzzed. His mother. He ignored it. His throat was dry, but he kept going. Page ten. Fifteen. The words flowed from his mouth like water from a hidden spring. He no longer felt like he was reading. He felt like he was remembering — things he had never known. The scent of rain on dry earth before his birth. The sound of his grandfather's heartbeat. The shape of a garden where time folded into petals. He sat in the dark for an hour, weeping without sadness