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The rumble outside faded, but the echo in Jabari’s mind persisted. <i>'Power follows time. And time obeys the day.'</i>
““What even *is* this place?” Jabari thought, the words clumsy in his infant mind. “And… ‘the day’? Is that why they called me back? Because of *Friday*?” He looked at his impossibly small hands. “Seriously, is my whole existence a cosmic pun?” He wiggled his fingers, trying to remember the sensation of that spark. Nothing. He frowned, a tiny wrinkle appearing on his forehead. “No way… that old dude looked at me like I was a storm, not just a baby. There has to be more to this ‘day’ thing.””
