It’s the most important. Not just for me, but for everyone. It’s not simply a memory— fleeting feeling or second of significance. It has the power to destroy as much as it has the power to create. I may never know why it was entrusted to me and the reasoning could very easily be information that I may never be privy to, but that is the burden of this job. We are the Keepers of the timeline, of the...

Rings of machines. Cheers of triumphant patrons. Groans of disappointed ones. It’s the same every time she enters the Bellagio, and these sounds have made up the symphony of her life for the past five years. Hopping behind the bar to start her shift, she spots her regulars already at their favorite machines and tables. Retired Gladys is nursing her vodka martini (based on the time and the chips in...