The calloused hand. The brief ache of thumb and index finger, slim pen pressed against dermis and thin, profusely inked paper. Unlabelled Chinese tea, over-steeped and exhaling bitterness — tart, drying, faintly medicinal. The mandible churned by a neural mortar and pestle; nerves like tangled wires running to my temple. Flashcards, done.  I glance at my Anki heatmap — that glimmering jade array of days (years) spent revising, crafting mnemonics, fusing fleeting statistics to

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