You jolt awake to your doppelgänger standing over you. “There’s not much time! I come from a parallel universe, same as yours, except we have what you call magic. Switch places with me that we may be gods!” “But I don’t have magic?” “Exactly! You’re immune.” Would you switch?
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‘What a strange dream,’ you think as you try to rub your eyes. Except you can’t. Instead you sit on the edge of your bed and begin to inspect the back of your hands. You try and speak but there are no words. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of it,” your voice whispers.
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