What if you could see exactly one hour into the future—and what you saw was your own nightmare unfolding?
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She had sixty minutes to change a future that already felt set in stone.
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Every day, Mara lived with the curse and the gift—visions that stretched no farther than sixty minutes ahead. Harmless glimpses usually: a stranger dropping their coffee, a bus breaking down, her coworker spilling ink across a report. But tonight was different. As she pulled her coat tight and stepped toward the subway entrance, the vision slammed into her. Four men, faces shadowed, circling her in the dim light of the stairwell. One grabbed her arm, another pinned her against the wall. She felt her breath rip from her chest, her own scream echoing back at her. Then, darkness. She staggered against the railing, heart hammering. She had exactly one hour before the vision would come true. The city streets churned with indifference around her, but every second ticked louder in her head. Could she alter what was about to happen—or was her gift nothing more than a cruel sentence to witness her own fate?
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