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The clock on the wall of the "Café am Rande" didn’t tick; it hummed, a low vibration that Elias felt in his teeth. On the scarred wooden table sat a leather-bound notebook, its edges frayed and darkened by the oils of his palms.

For three years, that notebook had been his anchor. It was filled with the blueprints of a life that no longer existed: architectural sketches of a house he never built, grocery lists for a woman who was no longer there, and frantic prose written in the middle of sleepless nights. It was a book of "almosts." Nächstes Kapitel

Elias looked at the notebook. He felt the weight of it—the literal weight of his past. With a hand that trembled only slightly, he gripped the corner of the next page. It was ivory, blank, and smelled faintly of cedar. The clock on the wall of the "Café