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BRRRRZT. BRRRRZT.
Sarah stirred under the blankets. The sound cut through the last fragments of a dream.
Sarah hit snooze for the third time.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown Number?
She answered, annoyed.
A voice said: "This is the you who finished the book. Start writing before breakfast.
Trust me."
She froze. That was her voice—but calmer, more certain.
The call disconnected.
Today, Sarah's books are the best selling books.
Her "Future Self" still calls every morning at 6 AM.
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