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A FAMILIAR PAST, A FICTIONAL SHIP

THYME'S POV:

The lecture hall emptied until I was a solitary island in a sea of vacant chairs. The professor's words still echoed in my mind, a chaotic map to a world I was terrifyingly lost in. "Professor Welaruk," I called out, my voice thin in the cavernous space. He was already at the door....