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

He reached out a hand, his fingers tingling with static. He was a ghost in his own past. Elena paused, shivering slightly as if a cold draft had just swept through the sealed room. She looked up from her screen, looking directly toward him. "Arthur?" she whispered into the empty air. Then, the clock flipped.

Elena blinked, the confusion on her face suddenly replaced by the sight of her familiar garage. She was safe. She was in 2026. 1676971801.002

At 1676971801.002, the universe didn't just take her; it traded her. Arthur felt a violent, invisible vacuum pull at his chest. He realized his mistake too late. The law of conservation applied to time just as it did to energy. To pull someone out of a moment, someone else had to take their place.

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. That was the exact fraction of a second

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.

Arthur tried to speak, but his voice was a silent vibration. He looked at the digital clock on the desk. 01:30:00 AM. Elena paused, shivering slightly as if a cold

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.