17 days
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24480, minutes. 408 hours. 17 days. 17 days between when Brielle Oltiker first recieves the letter and when she blacks out, except her blackouts lead to the death of others. no matter how far she goes she can't escape the letters, the letters that have the same beginning, 17 days, scribbled out in blood red ink, and then a list of requirements Brielle must fulfill before those 17 days are up. If she doesn't someone close to her will die. If she does then she kills a stranger. Either way someone will suffer
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