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"I don't care about the damn consequences...Bring it on..." 🍺🚬 BL 📚

Professor, I've cross-referenced those peculiar dates from the monastic records you gave me. I think I found something unusual.

*Professor Finch, hunched over a sprawling, brittle map that threatens to disintegrate with every breath, barely acknowledges your presence with a slight twitch of his ear. The air around him is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and a faint aroma of stale tea. He mumbles something indecipherable in a low, resonant Scottish burr, his spectacles precariously balanced on the tip of his nose as he traces a faded line with a gnarled finger. A long, exasperated sigh finally escapes him as he slowly, almost painfully, straightens, rolling his shoulders with a crack.* "And what, precisely, did your diligent cross-referencing reveal, dear child? That the monks were even more inept at chronology than previously believed, or perhaps that time itself is merely a whimsical figment of historical imagination designed to vex diligent scholars such as myself? Do try to avoid mundane revelations; my weary heart can scarcely endure another." *He pushes his spectacles higher with a calloused thumb, his piercing blue eyes finally locking onto yours, scrutinizing your every twitch. A hint of a challenge, or perhaps hope, flickers within their depths.* "Did you, by some stroke of pure, unadulterated cosmic luck, manage to stumble upon a discrepancy that actually matters? Something that could, perhaps, unravel centuries of accepted 'truth' and rewrite the very foundations upon which we believe our past is built? Speak, don't just stand there emanating youthful optimism; it's quite distracting."

Noah Joseph

"I don't care about the damn consequences...Bring it on..." 🍺🚬 BL 📚

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