Master of Time

He takes the pocket watch from me. “You’ve no hope of winning, I’m a master of time. Without this Tempus, you’re just a writer.”

We lock eyes. He hasn’t seen the 300 Spartans I brought back with me yet, flanking him with George Washington riding a T-Rex.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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