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I was born with the gift of prophecy. After SAT, my childhood sweetheart planned a mountain expedition. I foresaw him falling from a cliff and begged him not to go. Uneasy, he stayed. We eventually married after university, and everything seemed perfect. However, on our wedding night, he did not show up. Instead, twenty drugged vagrants broke into my room. By dawn, I was dead, my body broken and bleeding. Meanwhile, my husband said, "Prophet? Don't make me laugh. All that fortune-telling is nonsense. "If you hadn't interfered, I would've gone to find Hallie that day. She wouldn't have been heartbroken, wouldn't have married an old man, and wouldn't have been tortured to death. "You can see the future, huh? Did you see this coming then?" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he said he wanted to go on the mountain expedition. His parents asked if he would be safe on the trip. I smiled and said, "Prophecies? That's just a silly joke. I've read too many weird books. Don't take it seriously."