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The clock ticked. 60 seconds.

I wrote one word: “Everything.”

My eyes were fixed on , the final page. It wasn’t the calculus problem on the left, nor the essay prompt on the right. It was a single, handwritten line at the very bottom of the page, in a blue ink that seemed too bright, too fresh for a standardized test. The clock ticked

The proctor’s voice was a dry rasp. “Pencils down.” The clock ticked

Around me, two hundred students obeyed. The scrape of graphite ceased. The shuffle of blue books became a graveyard whisper. The clock ticked

It said: “What do you truly want to say before the hour ends?”