Summary
Each morning posed the same question, but the reply never varied. I faced only sympathetic glances, the routine arrival of insurance payments, and the stark reality of my partial paralysis. They say God grants only what one can endure, yet I longed for an end. Then, everything shifted—I found myself in the universe of “The Magician Who Dominates the World.” From that point on, I was to exist as “Mord Vernars,” a minor character in the very story I had once read.