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In the morning, I realized that my grandfather, for all his insight, was wrong about the most important thing. He would have described our situation using the title of a story by a writer he revered: “The Garden of Forking Paths.” A multitude of futures branching out from every point in the present. But he was wrong. The paths are not forking. They are vanishing, leaving behind only the theoretical possibility of their existence
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