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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. Instead, the air smelled of stale coffee and old books. 1676971801.002

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