In just seven minutes, a raven was destined to fly toward me and collide with my stomach, meeting its end.
I'm not a fortune teller nor a witch, but I possess an unusual gift that sets me apart.
Every night, like many others, I have dreams. But unlike most, my dream recollections are crystal clear, as if they are even more vivid than real life.
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