“And then what?”
The old man glanced at Candace, who shook her head and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before speaking. “And then? And then you pick up the artifact, and you press the button again.”
“And that’s going to work?”
“Of course.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s worked every other time.” She exclaimed, exasperated. “Well, except for twice.”
“What?”
“You’ve done this before.” The old man said, calmly. “Twenty-seven times, by my count. I told you before, the artifact has temporal attributes. It’s the next part we haven’t gotten to work yet. Destroying it.”
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