"And there's more," her husband said cheerfully. "Don't even think of it as a building. Think of it as a gateway. A door into time and space. Just for us."
Lucy clasped her hands to her chest girlishly. "You give me the best presents, darling."
"I'll show you the end of the world," he promised, fingering the controls. "The end of everything."
Surely it was her imagination that made her think the console shuddered under his touch.
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