35 years later--
"..." Robin continued reading slowly… agonizingly, painstakingly slow. So slow, in fact, that he would linger on a single word for two, sometimes even three full seconds before daring to move on to the next.
It wasn't because he needed extra time to understand or analyze—he wasn't reflecting deeply on metaphors or unraveling complex arguments. No… it was simply because he couldn't. He couldn't read any faster, not with that damned, cursed tome burning through his brain like molten metal.
After what felt like centuries, he finally read the last word on the last line of the final page. Robin closed the heavy, ancient cover with the kind of reverence reserved for forbidden relics.
Then, he just sat there in complete stillness. A few long moments passed.
