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future tense

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Imagine a world where there were different type of humans. Well for Salma, that is her world. Salma is a Kila, a human who can travel through time at free will. Kilas bodies can handle time travel and can do it with their mind or with the help of a portal gun (Salma prefers to use her mind). She is part of a group who takes wealthy common humans to see their legacies, the farther you go, the steeper the price. That's not all she does though. She cops deals with politicians, former kings from years ago, and even the president; if they're important, they've met Salma. Haunted by her brother' eerie disappearance at the hands of another Kila, she feels the need to continue his work and legacy. When a mysterious young millionaire comes to Salma claiming that he is dying and in need of her time travel abilities, she finds it hard to refuse. He offers her his whole fortune, saying that he doesn't have much time and they need to leave as soon as possible. Gathering her crew, she sets out with the man for an adventure like she has never experienced before.
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