He sat reading in the darkening room. The book was a true account of an unschooled man who’d devised his own system of mathematics based on a series of dreams. The man in the book believed this knowledge had come from God.
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He was reading the book with a flashlight because the electricity had been turned off. He put the book aside and took another sip of gin. If only God would tell him what to do. It wouldn’t even need to be God—any benevolent spirit, living or dead, would be welcome.