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The vision came to Seraphina Blackwood like a whisper in the dark, threading through her consciousness as she sat in her Victorian parlor reading the morning tea leaves for Mrs. Henderson. One moment she was interpreting the swirling patterns that spoke of unexpected visitors and small financial gains, and the next, her world shifted into something far more profound and terrifying.

She saw him clearly—a man with storm-gray eyes and dark hair that caught the light like polished obsidian. He stood in shadows, reaching toward her with desperate urgency, his mouth moving in words she couldn't hear but somehow understood: "Find me before it's too late."

The teacup slipped from Seraphina's trembling fingers, shattering against the hardwood floor in a cascade of porcelain and cooling tea. Mrs. Henderson's startled gasp brought her back to the present, but the image of the stranger remained burned into her mind like a brand.

"Oh my dear, are you quite alright?" Mrs. Henderson leaned forward, her weathered face creased with concern. "You've gone pale as moonlight."

Seraphina pressed her fingertips to her temples, willing her racing heart to slow. In her twenty-six years, she had experienced countless visions—glimpses of the past, fragments of possible futures, echoes of emotions that belonged to others. But never had one felt so immediate, so personal, so achingly real.

"I'm fine," she managed, though her voice betrayed the lie. "Just a momentary dizzy spell. Perhaps I should reschedule your reading?"