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One moment I was walking down the street. The next… I was standing in the heart of Ancient Rome. Marble temples towered above me, bright in the hot Mediterranean sun. Crowds in flowing togas moved through the streets, their voices blending into a restless roar. The air smelled of dust, olive oil,…

One moment I was walking down the street. The next… I was standing in the heart of Ancient Rome. Marble temples towered above me, bright in the hot Mediterranean sun. Crowds in flowing togas moved through the streets, their voices blending into a restless roar. The air smelled of dust, olive oil, and smoke from distant torches. I didn’t understand how it happened. One step in the modern world… and the next had carried me two thousand years into the past. Before I could gather my thoughts, a