The Echo of a Broken Loop
The world was a recording, and the tape was beginning to fray. Sarah was the first to notice the seams. She lived in a small town in the Midwest, a place of cornfields and quiet Sundays. One afternoon, while walking to the grocery store, she saw herself. Not a reflection, not a twin, but a version of herself from three minutes ago, walking the same path, wearing the same blue dress, carrying...
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