I know whoās in the scene.
I know what needs to be accomplished.
The plot is ready, the keyboard is warm, and I even brewed a good cup of coffee.
So WHY am I suddenly thinking about deep-cleaning the grout between floor tiles like Iām on a medieval quest for the Holy Mop?
Oh right.
Because Iām trying to:
Casually reintroduce characters from the previous books
Without info-dumping harder than a bard with no audience
While juggling time travel like a caffeinated wizard with a broken hourglass
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