By IMERPUS RELUR
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Tick.
Back to the scar.
To the blood.
To the first lie.
Tock.
Further back.
To the untouched hands.
To the quiet womb.
Tick.
Tock.
Until time unmade him.
And he stood again—
as nothing.
Only then did the clock speak.
> "To sin is to remember.
To eat sin is to rewind."