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

Arthur stood alone in the dark apartment in 2023, watching the blue light of the laptop fade. He sat down in her empty chair, looked at the blinking cursor, and began to type a message he knew she would find three years later. 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. That was the exact fraction of a second

Arthur watched in horror as the air around Elena began to fracture like broken glass. The timestamp was executing itself. He was standing in his old apartment

Arthur tried to speak, but his voice was a silent vibration. He looked at the digital clock on the desk. 01:30:00 AM.

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.

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.