You never hear history change.
You feel it.
Like when an elevator stops too hard and your stomach doesn't catch up right away.
Alex staggered as the hum dipped, surged, then settled into something unfamiliar , uncertain, but calmer.
"Did we just..." Sam began.
"Yes," Jordan said, voice tight. "But don't celebrate."
Maya swayed.
Riley steadied her.
"The building is… confused," she whispered. "It's never been offered shared weight before."
Alex focused, grounding himself the way he somehow could now.
The pressure eased.
"Good," he said.
"Confusion means it's thinking."
---
The scaffolding creaked.
Not from stress...from adjustment.
One of the workers cursed as a blueprint slid off a table, landing open at a page that hadn't been there before.
Lena squinted.
"That wasn't in the original plan."
Jordan's eyes widened.
"It rewrote its own design."
Sam laughed softly, disbelieving.
"The building just updated its firmware."
---
Then the ripple hit Marrow.
Not visibly.
A dog stopped barking mid-street.
A woman turned the wrong way, then corrected herself, frowning.
A streetlight flickered and stayed on when it should've turned off.
Alex felt memories trying...and failing to rearrange themselves.
Riley pressed a hand to her head. "This version is… heavier."
Maya nodded. "Because it's holding more."
---
They shouldn't have stayed.
They knew that.
But curiosity won.
They followed the ripple outward, careful not to cross the fencing, watching as small things failed to reset the way they were supposed to.
A kid fell off his bike and remembered the scrape from yesterday.
A shopkeeper corrected a sign instead of replacing it.
Normal choices.
Uncorrected.
Sam whispered, "Is this what free will feels like?"
Jordan didn't smile. "It's fragile."
---
They heard Harris before they saw him.
"You there!"
He approached fast, flashlight cutting through dusk.
Alex's heart slammed.
Harris stopped short when the beam passed over them.
Six teenagers.
Too calm.
Too together.
"This area is restricted," he said, already reaching for his radio.
Maya felt the building tense.
Alex stepped forward without thinking.
"I know," he said.
Harris froze.
The hum steadied.
Harris lowered the radio slightly.
"How do you know that?"
Alex swallowed.
"Because you're about to sign something you'll regret."
Silence stretched.
Sam internally screamed.
Harris studied Alex's face, searching for something...fear, maybe.
He didn't find it.
"You shouldn't be here," Harris said more quietly.
"No," Alex agreed.
"But you shouldn't finish this alone."
The words landed heavier than Alex expected.
Harris looked back at the building.
For a split second, something flickered behind his eyes.
Doubt.
---
A shout from the site broke the moment.
A supervisor waved Harris over.
Harris hesitated just long enough.
When he turned back, the fence between them existed again.
Solid.
Final.
Alex stepped back as the pressure returned.
"We've been noticed," Riley said.
Jordan nodded. "And logged."
Maya's breath came fast. "But not understood."
---
The ripple finished spreading.
Time shuddered once.
Then snapped forward.
They were falling...
....and then standing in the present.
Night air.
Rusted fence.
The familiar, buried hum.
Sam bent over, hands on knees.
"I hate that."
Jordan checked his phone.
His eyes widened.
"Guys," he said slowly.
"What?" Lena asked.
Jordan turned the screen toward them.
A local news alert, dated today :
MARROW APPROVES COMMUNITY OVERSIGHT COMMITTEE FOR PARK PROJECT
Alex's pulse thundered.
Maya smiled , small, stunned, real.
"A committee," she whispered.
"Not containment."
Riley looked back at the ground beneath them.
"One ripple."
Sam let out a breathy laugh.
"Imagine what a wave could do."
Deep below, the building...older now, wiser in a way it had never been settled into a future that no longer required forgetting to survive.
And above it, six variables stood in a present that had shifted just enough to prove one terrifying, hopeful truth:
Time could be changed.
And Marrow was no longer in complete control of how.
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