He read the rest of the first book in the library’s warm silence. And when he finished, he did not laugh at Don Quixote. For the first time in years, he understood: the craziest thing wasn’t tilting at windmills. It was never trying.
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That evening, he went home, deleted the broken PDF, and wrote his own first sentence. The cracked screen flickered once—like a squire nodding—then went dark. Marko didn’t mind. He had already learned to see beyond the frame. He read the rest of the first book