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"Don't answer it," Lia said.

The "Arc" was a marvel of condensed causality—a 47-second closed timelike loop no bigger than a wedding ring, suspended in a magnetic bottle. For three years, it had repeated the same slice of spacetime: a lab technician sneezing, a beaker shattering, a red light flashing. Loop 0. Standard. arc g+

Aris watched as Paul raised the beaker. Not to drop it. To tap on the inside of reality itself. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Don't answer it," Lia said

"That's impossible," whispered Lia, his junior analyst. "The arc is deterministic. It can't change." "Don't answer it

Aris zoomed in. The technician—a man named Paul who had been transferred two years ago—was now looking directly at the camera. Through the loop. Through time.