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    The Seer
    The Seer
    The Seer
    Ebook38 pages33 minutes

    The Seer

    By Marcia Young

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    Cassandra St Cloud had lived a long life hiding her abilities to see short distances into the future. That all changed one day when she was firmly asked to accompany individuals, claiming to be from the government, to an unknown location. Unable to see a way out she resigned herself to her new fate, much as she had always done about her fate to witness visions she was unable to change.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMarcia Young
    Release dateNov 25, 2019
    ISBN9780463043431
    The Seer
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    Marcia Young

    Marcia Young was born in the northwest and raised in the southeast. Having visited roughly a dozen countries, and lived in two, there is no place called "home". She currently resides in the southeast with her husband and their teen. Hardly a prolific writer she tends to write mostly when her husband is deployed, and when she should be paying attention to other things.

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      The Seer - Marcia Young

      The Seer

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      Marcia Young

      Copyright 2019 by Marcia Young

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      She gasped and sucked in great lungfuls of air that scraped at her throat as they tore their way down to her chest filling her with a burning chill. Her eyes watered from the combination of frigid air and what she’d seen.

      Every vision, and she mentally spat the word vision, was traumatic. Death and destruction, hate and pestilence that flooded the land until humanity drowned in it. And she saw it all. Even the most bitter person would weep; and be driven mad given enough time.

      Blinking firmly she swallowed harshly forcing what little saliva she had in her dry mouth down her throat. Her throat was so raw, probably from screaming, that the small amount of moisture burned. Far too slowly for her liking her eyesight cleared and she could make out the blurred objects in her room approaching solidity.

      She jumped slightly and nearly shrieked when a glass was shoved in her face. Rearing back she pressed herself as far back as she could into her pillow. She was only able to make out a male hand wrapped firmly around the proffered water.

      Drink, ordered a deep voice. She’d love to attribute things like; silky or smooth and rich as chocolate to the voice as well but there was no point lying. It was simply deeper than an average guy’s but otherwise not noteworthy.

      Who the fuck are you? she rasped ignoring the glass and trying to focus her adjusting eyes on his face; perfectly average. There was nothing distinguishable about him as far as she could tell: average height, average build, brown hair and eyes, Caucasian. Perfectly average down to his hair cut and facial features. She didn’t know who he was and she didn’t want to. All she wanted was to be left alone to recover as best she could from her latest vision - in other words not very well at all.

      Cassandra St. Cloud, correct? he said after a moment withdrawing the glass.

      Cassandra gave a single dry laugh. Yeah, that’d be me.

      Cassandra; what a joke, she honestly wasn’t even sure of her real name anymore. She vaguely remembered it was something with an F; maybe. Her mother had dubbed her Cassandra when she was around five. A joke that had stuck - in her old age Cassandra both appreciated the irony and hated the name. It was all too accurate, not that her mama knew it at the time.

      No, her mama had thought her ‘visions’ were disturbing and that there was something wrong with her baby girl. Some

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