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Chapter 7: Prophecy

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The small room was heavy with the scent of smoldering herbs and a strange, primal earthiness. The woman, the shaman, leaned into the dim, flickering light of the candle, her ancient eyes appearing to contain the wisdom of centuries.

"Your past is complex, your future predetermined," she declared, her voice a deep, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate in my chest.

A sudden chill of apprehension traced a path down my spine. "What exactly do you mean?" I asked, the sheer shock stealing my breath. I had sought this place out, driven by a singular, immediate terror—the haunting recent violence and the unsolved murder that had consumed my life. This unforeseen declaration felt like the ground shifting beneath me, hinting at something vast and profoundly unsettling.

The shaman’s intense gaze held me captive. "You are fated to walk this earth until your final hour, but you will not walk it alone. A profound, misplaced love—one thought lost to time—will return at the precise moment your need
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