After her twelfth cup of coffee, Rennie would begin to have psychic flashes. Usually, it was small things--like what route to take to work tomorrow to avoid bad traffic, or what checkout lane would be the fast one when she was next at the grocery store. But this time... this time was different. This time, she saw that an ancient evil was about rise and that an entire city might well be doomed.
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