The coin hung in mid-air, spinning slowly, a fractal of possibilities unfolding in every glint. Time inched. Alex stood between frames of reality.
Then the man flicked his wrist.
The match ignited.
The coin dropped.
And the street fractured.
A scream pierced the geometry—though not from Alex. A ripple pulsed outward, tossing the vespa into a lamppost, scatte…
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