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When he opened them, the smell of ozone was gone. Instead, the air smelled of stale coffee and old books.

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. 1676971801.002

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. When he opened them, the smell of ozone was gone

Arthur stared at the digital timestamp blinking on his monitor: . Arthur felt a violent, invisible vacuum pull at his chest