Jennifer awoke with a start, her heart still racing from the vision of her great-grandmother. The words echoed in her mind—guardians of the artifacts, forces that seek to use you—as she lay there in the stillness of her darkened bedroom, trying to make sense of what she had just experienced. It had felt so real. Unlike the wild, confusing dreams she’d been having since her accident, this vision was sharp, vivid, and undeniably personal. Her great-grandmother had seemed worried, desperate even

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