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THE UNSEEN THREAT

THYME'S POV:

It's been two days. Forty-eight hours since I was ripped from my own time, and I've been a prisoner in this strange, familiar past. I sat on the floor of Aunt Ying's home, a notebook I'd borrowed open in front of me, the page a chaotic map of my own desperate logic. I wrote down th...