The Time Machine
Time travel’s first rule was validating your arrival date. I stepped through the portal and groaned.
A 1950s era diner? Was Josh joking? Diners were ubiquitous on the timelines. I could cite countless examples over the last 200 years. This establishment offered no clues I was in the correct year before the portal slammed shut. This place was quiet, too quiet. A shiver raced down my spine, and my stomach heaved. We told the initiates fantastical tales, our at...
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