The Price of a Second

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The rain in New York didn't wash things clean; it only turned the grime into a slick, black mirror. Elias Vance sat in the back of a dimly lit diner, the smell of burnt coffee and old grease clinging to his skin like a second layer of clothing. He had the gift—or the curse. Every morning at 6:00 AM, Elias saw a flickering montage of the next twenty-four hours. He saw the stock market dips, the...

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