“You are seeing the room twenty years from now,” said Bashaarat. I blinked, as one might at an illusion of water in the desert, but what I saw did not change. “And you say I could step through?” I asked. “You could. And with that step, you would visit the Baghdad of twenty years hence. You could seek out your older self and have a conversation with him. Afterward, you could step back through the Gate of Years and return to the present day.”
