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Her friends called her "informed." Elara called it a duty. But by midnight, her mind felt like a stomach full of rubber bands: tight, tangled, and unable to digest a single thing.

She hadn't cured her adnofagia. But she had learned that information was not a feast to be binged. It was a garden. And a garden, she now knew, grew best when you stopped trying to eat the whole thing at once. adnofagia

Elara laughed weakly. "Sounds familiar." Her friends called her "informed

"You sit with it. You look at the light. You ask what the person in the frame was feeling five seconds before the shutter clicked. You chew on the edges. You swallow only when you feel a single, clear thought form in your mouth—like a seed." But she had learned that information was not