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    And suddenly Martin can feel his tongue, and sense each swell of his lungs. He realises how sore his neck and lower back are after months of hunching over a computer. The suit jacket he wears, has worn every day for weeks, is too tight on his upper arms.
    Oh, god. He is in a room with Jonathan Sims.
    “You’re really suggesting this,” Martin says, voice pulled thin.
    “Yes.” Jon does not hesitate.
    “You would- actually do it?”
    “I would.”
    “Why?”
    Because love is blind, says something cliché and cruel in the pit of his gut. Christ, he never was much of a poet, was he?

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    When Jon asks Martin to Quit the Archives with him, Martin says yes. In the Scottish Highlands, they hurt, and they heal.

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    This story has less of "a plot" and more "an idea which allowed me to string together 13k worth of scenes more-or-less comprehensibly".

    Martin manages to intervene and stop Jon causing the apocalypse. Jon becomes a horror writer, feeding on fan-mail about how scary his books are. Martin blinds himself so he can resign from The Magnus Institute, and shares his time between poetry and pre-reading the fan-mail to check Jonah doesn't try to sneak an apocalypse note through. They have a daughter and name her after a library.

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    It was easier to treat Jon like a monster when he wasn’t shivering against his back, brokenly humming—wait, was that…

    “Are you trying to do ‘Hey, Jude’?” Tim demanded.

    Jon stopped, stiffening. “Mm hrmh mm mmh hm,” he said defensively.

    “You really can’t hold a tune, can you, boss?”

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    It was just an ordinary walk to a restaurant. Tim had insisted that if they were going to talk, there would be no tape recorders or weird Archives ghosts listening in. A bit of fresh air wouldn’t kill him, Tim had said. What could go wrong?

    By the time Jon spots the white delivery van, it’s much too late.

    The Stranger kidnaps Jon. Tim comes along for the ride.

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