
The Chronos Paradox
Dr. Elara Voss had always preferred the hum of her lab’s oscillators to the chatter of people. The air smelled of ozone and old coffee, a scent she’d grown so accustomed to that it no longer registered. Her fingers trembled…
Dr. Elara Voss had always preferred the hum of her lab’s oscillators to the chatter of people. The air smelled of ozone and old coffee, a scent she’d grown so accustomed to that it no longer registered. Her fingers trembled…