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One evening she watched a frame that showed her own kitchen, the kettle boiling, the gas knob slightly loose. The timestamp read 21:07 — seven minutes away. Her heart knocked against her ribs. She closed the laptop and ran home in a storm of other people’s accidents and rescues. The kettle was fine. The site had been wrong once, she thought, and she laughed too loudly at the thought. But the next morning a neighbor mentioned the smell of gas in the building, a broken pipe two floors down. Her laugh thinned.

The progress bar creeped forward like an insect. Mara thought of names she could no longer say, of a laugh that had once been a place to return to. She thought of the people she had saved and the lives she had nudged like dominoes. She thought of the marks she had left on benches and tables and how those benches would now host other watchers, other choices. wwwxnxn