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... was a problem, Harrison Clark intended to bolt out the door.
But three seconds later, he shrunk back like a real salted fish and nestled into the sofa.
Anyway, the metaphorical pickled mustard greens had already gone cold; no matter how fast he bolted, nothing would change the established facts.
As an expert manipulator of time, he could control the future at will, but was utterly powerless to change what had happened.
Even if it had only occurred three hours ago ...
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