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54. Ted packed up his gear, carefully sliding his books and notes

Ted packed up his gear, carefully sliding his books and notes into his satchel. He glanced at the clock, calculating his chances of slipping away unnoticed before Professor Sherman could catch him with another probing question or enigmatic remark. With measured steps, he quietly slipped out of the lecture hall, hoping to blend into the bustling corridor outside.

But Sherman wasn’t someone easily evaded. Known for his uncanny ability to sense even the slightest hesitation in his students, he possessed what some jokingly called ESP—extra sensory perception.

“Ted,” Sherman’s voice rang out, calm yet commanding, stopping Ted in his tracks just as he reached the doorway.

Ted froze for a moment, considering his options. Turning around slowly, he forced a smile. “Yes, Professor?”

Sherman’s sharp eyes studied him, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “You might escape the room, Ted, but you can’t escape the forces that shape the mind—or the shear forces we discussed today.”

The words hung in the air, laden with more meaning than seemed necessary for a simple engineering lecture. Ted nodded, unsure of how to respond, and quickly made his exit before Sherman could continue.

As he walked away, Ted felt a strange mix of relief and curiosity. Sherman’s ability to blend technical teaching with cryptic wisdom was unnerving, but it also sparked something in Ted—a sense that there was more to learn, not just about engineering, but about the connections between knowledge, intuition, and the unseen forces shaping his own path.


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