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49. Ted adjusted the strap of his satchel as he walked

Ted adjusted the strap of his satchel as he walked, feeling the weight of two books pressing against his side: Know Your Mind and You Live After Death, both by H.M. Sherman. He had stumbled upon them at Foyles, drawn in by their intriguing titles and the promise of profound insights.

What do they focus on? he wondered, the question gnawing at him with each step. Know Your Mind seemed to delve into the labyrinth of self-awareness, exploring the hidden depths of thought and emotion. It promised clarity—a roadmap to understanding the complexities of one’s inner world.

You Live After Death, on the other hand, carried an air of mysticism. Its title alone was enough to ignite his curiosity. Was it philosophical? Spiritual? Scientific? Ted couldn’t help but wonder if the two books connected somehow, like different chapters of the same existential narrative.

He paused for a moment, unzipping his satchel to glance at their covers. Their presence felt oddly reassuring, as if carrying them around brought him closer to answers he wasn’t even sure he was looking for. Ted smiled faintly, his steps quickening.

For now, he’d let the questions simmer. After all, some answers, like the best journeys, reveal themselves when the time is right.


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