Story 113:
"Who's he?" I asked, pointing to the man who appeared to be in charge.
"That's Professor Ross, doctor of temporal physics at the UCLA," said my guide.
"Temporal physics? I didn't know there was such a thing."
"There isn't. Yet."
Story 114:
The last marquis blinked back a couple tears. It hadn't been his fault, not really. But now all he could do was replay the music box, over and over, and pretend nothing had ever happened.
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