The Circularity of Moss and Memory
[Model: Temporal Loop] Yul McCandless arrived not just at a place, but at a threshold. The bus, a rattling cage of diesel fumes and damp wool, had deposited him at the edge of a world that seemed to have forgotten the concept of linear time. The Crow's Nest didn't just loom; it exhaled. Its Victorian turrets were like crooked fingers pointing toward a sky that remained a permanent, oppressive...
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