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STARTLING STORIES
work, was the obvious first place to look when something—or someone—went hay-wire.
Luis entered the store.
“Bloomquist?” he said.
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As Bloomquist entered PJ’s Market, he felt a tingling in his limbs and a sense of mental ascension. His earlier concerns over paradox seemed to resolve themselves even as a new horizon of them appeared.
Each instant was a universe unto itself. But now he perceived the gaps; empty spac-es between the flipped images of reality’s endless projection. He threw himself into a shelf. He ran toward a shopping cart. His im-pact sent it hurtling disproportionately far. He was getting there.
Shouts of confusion and stampeding feet did little to distract him from his research. Someone dove at him, someone else dove away. He was fully fo
