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The road curved. The fields turned to forest. Then, without warning, the asphalt ended.
He went.
His world had a precise geography. The morning began at the yellowing desk by the window, where the frost had painted ferns on the glass. Beyond it, the actual town of Otava—a cluster of apartment blocks, a grocery store, a library, and a railway station that saw four trains a day—existed like a forgotten footnote. The real Otava was inside: the stack of textbooks on structural engineering, the half-empty coffee mug with a dried ring at the bottom, and the Otavan suuri ensyklopedia , Volume 7 (Gry—Hir), which he used as a monitor stand. otavan opiskelijan maailma
Elias had never been to the third floor. No one had. The elevator buttons went 1, 2, and a blank where 3 should have been. The road curved
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