The Time Traveller – Short Fiction

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The dial flickered as it started it’s countdown. 10…9….8… Sweat trickled down his back like a slow moving river, flowing slowly but with purpose. He fidgeted with the launch lever to his right, as was his habit, as he waited for the countdown to e

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