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Chapter 22

Bagels turned up twenty minutes later, accompanied by a fantastical variety of possible toppings. Four of them involved cinnamon in assorted ways: with and without raisins, with nuts, and so on. Colby only took one.

But he eyed the other three, along with memories involving flavors and preferences, and noticed an odd reluctant glow inside his chest, tucked up under his breastbone, someplace he hadn’t noticed had been cold; now it felt warm, rather like cinnamon.3: Day 3, Morning to Evening

That odd cinnamon-warm glow was persistent, Colby concluded. Staying in place with great tenacity. Stubborn. The extremely strange part was how long it lasted: straight through the morning and his first scenes on the cabin interior set, surrounded by the oaken glow of wood and an old-fashioned inkwell.