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He thought of his sister’s laugh, the way she’d fixate on improbable clocks. The tube offered a reel of moments: an argument, a door left open, a shadow slipping through. The reel keyed to the scar on his arm, clicking like an angry metronome.

"One transit," the tube murmured. "One truth. Return not guaranteed." mat6tube open

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