Death is terrible. I know—I've died hundreds of times.
Not me, exactly, but each time I enter the soul of a person about to die, I die with them. Over and over again.
And I can't stop it, no matter what I do. I keep trying, but each failure makes me hate my life and this cursed ability to See a little more.
But now there's a serial killer in my home town, and I've Seen the path of destruction he's about to set out on. Even worse—somehow he knows I've Seen.
I don't need to be able to See the future to know I'm on his list.
Suddenly, dying is personal. And I've got to find a way to change what's coming before it's too late for me.
Before even my death is inevitable.
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