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Haven sat in his room, absently rubbing the back of his neck, a bottle of water untouched on the table. The dim shine of the evening sun slipped through the blinds, casting spiked shadows over the room. His mind churned tirelessly, like a clock ticking speedier than it ought to, making each moment feel longer and heavier. He gazed at his phone on the armrest, the screen clear. His thumb floated