"I don't want to change it," Marc replied, his voice barely audible over the thunder. "I just want to know if I'm still living it, or if this is just another trick of the light."
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He didn't turn around. He knew that voice. It was the same one that had warned him ten years ago, on the night the car hit the embankment. The night everything should have ended, yet somehow, mysteriously, began again. "I don't want to change it," Marc replied,