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Chapter 185: The Temporal Anomaly
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The bridge’s central chronometer spun backward in a dizzying blur of flickering green lights.

Outside the panoramic viewport, the pitch-black void of the Cosmic Graveyard distorted like an oil painting dropped in water.

Shattered fragments of dead planets, drifting asteroids, and rivers of cosmic dust suddenly reversed their motion, snapping back across the dark sky in unnatural, fluid arcs.

"All engines failing!" the chief engineer shouted over the howling emergency sirens.

"Dark matt
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