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The hum rose to a glass-shattering shriek. The air turned the metallic color of a bruised sky. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut as a blinding flash of white light swallowed his vision. 1676971801.002

He was standing in his old apartment. It was dark, save for the blue glow of a laptop screen in the corner. There she was. Elena was sitting on the floor, typing away at her thesis, completely unaware of the temporal anomaly forming behind her. Arthur stood alone in the dark apartment in

He had spent three years building the rig sitting in his garage. It was a chaotic mess of copper coils, liquid cooling tubes, and overclocked processors that hummed with a low, bone-shaking frequency. Arthur wasn't trying to build a time machine to visit the dinosaurs or see the future. He just wanted that one fraction of a second back. He pulled the lever. The air turned the metallic color of a bruised sky

That was the exact fraction of a second his sister had vanished from a locked room.