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Arthur stared at the digital timestamp blinking on his monitor: .

Arthur watched in horror as the air around Elena began to fracture like broken glass. The timestamp was executing itself. 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. Arthur stared at the digital timestamp blinking on

When he opened them, the smell of ozone was gone. Instead, the air smelled of stale coffee and old books. At 1676971801

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.