A one thousand piece jigsaw puzzle is half assembled on a dirty floor. Upside-down and backwards, with no discernible template. This is my life, and I can't make the warped pieces fit together in a way that gives any sensation of satisfaction. The candlelight depletes quickly in this dark and sealed room. I won't find the solution before I run out of time.
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