The rain in the Blackwood Valley never truly stopped; it only shifted from a drizzle to a deluge, keeping the ancestral manor in a state of perpetual, damp decay. Elias returned to the estate with a single goal: to stop the fire of 1922 that had claimed his grandfather and the family's legacy.

He had spent a decade studying the "Temporal Fold," a rare atmospheric condition in the valley that allowed a person to step back into the past if they possessed a piece of the original timeline. Elias had the charred remains of his grandfather's pocket watch.

The first jump was a triumph. He arrived in the library two hours before the fire. He found his grandfather, a stern man with a gaze like flint, and warned him of the impending disaster. He pointed to the faulty wiring in the east wing and insisted they leave the house immediately.

But as he stepped back into the present, the manor was still a ruin. In fact, it was worse. The fire had happened earlier, and the destruction was more complete.

Confused and desperate, Elias jumped again. And again. He tried different warnings, different timings, different strategies. He tried to move the flammable curtains; he tried to disable the electrical mains; he tried to drag his grandfather out by force.

With every jump, the tragedy evolved. In one timeline, the fire was caused by a knocked-over lamp. In another, by a lightning strike. In a third, by a servant's mistake. The fire was an inevitability, a black hole in the family history that sucked in every attempt to avoid it.

The breaking point came during the fourteenth jump. Elias arrived in the library and saw a stranger—a frantic, disheveled man—trying to warn his grandfather about a fire.

Elias realized with a jolt of horror that the stranger was himself, from a previous jump.

In his attempt to save the house, he had created a chaotic swarm of "Elias-versions," all screaming warnings, all pushing and shoving in the library. In the struggle, one of them knocked over a heavy candelabra, which ignited the curtains.

He was the spark. He was the catalyst. He was the very fire he had spent his life trying to extinguish.

Elias stood in the center of the flames, watching his grandfather die for the fourteenth time, knowing that his own love and desperation were the fuel. He didn't try to jump again. He simply sat on the floor and watched the ceiling collapse, the smoke filling his lungs like a heavy, black velvet curtain.

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