He reached for the heavy, knurled crown at the top of the device. He unscrewed it carefully, feeling the precise click of the internal mechanisms. He pulled the crown out to its full extension, and the digital display began to pulse rapidly. "Now or never," he muttered.
He checked the central display of his chronometer. The digital readouts glowed a soft, steady white. The main counter read 10:10:30, and the secondary display below it held steady at 03. He breathed a sigh of relief; the timeline was holding, and the temporal rift was stabilizing exactly as he had calculated. 440-2838-008.jpg
He turned the crown clockwise, setting the coordinates for the temporal anchor. The numbers on the display blurred as they spun through countless calculations. He felt a sudden wave of vertigo as the ground beneath his feet seemed to shift, a side effect of the device interacting with the local space-time continuum. He reached for the heavy, knurled crown at