Chapter 5 - THE MISSING YEAR
I stumbled back. Knocked over my chair. The clock clattered to the floor.
The eye was gone.
I stood there, breathing hard, staring at the hole in the wall. It was empty now. Just darkness. Just dust.
I told myself I'd imagined it. Stress. Lack of sleep. The power of suggestion.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen something. Something real.
I called my assistant. Asked her to pull my calendar from eight years ago.
She brought it an hour later. A thin binder. Leather cover. My handwriting on every page.
I flipped through it. January. February. March.
And then I found it.
A gap. Eleven months. From March to February of the following year.
Eleven months of my life. Gone. No appointments. No notes. No records.
Just blank pages.
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I stared at the empty calendar. My hands were shaking.
I'd lost almost a year. And I hadn't even known.
