Timeline Forty-One

Timeline Forty-One

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⚠️Disclaimer from author ⚠️ This story , its characters, and stylistic choices (including nonlinear chapters design and character naming such as "Kairo") are original creations of Edward Juarez. Any similarities found elsewhere after this posting are coincidental or derivative. I've crafted this story from my voice, my vision, and my time. If you're inspired by what I write, awesome. But don't copy. Thank you In a Future where everyone receives a visit from their future self, one man has yet to receive his. Alone in a world of clarity and second chances, he clings to the hope that one day his door will open too. And he will soon learn: The knock at the door isn't always your own. At least...not in this time-line. Because when things begin to loop- Time begins to bleed. Authors note: This is my first completed Novella, and it means a lot to me. "Timeline Forty-one" was born from a single image: a man waiting for something that never comes-until it does. In the strangest possible way. Thank you for reading. If you felt something-follow and stick around for more. Final chapters coming before February. New book announced In March
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My world is four walls and a firewall. The name's Elias Vance. I hunt monsters, the kind in three-piece suits who break lives with keystrokes. I do it all from the one place I'm safe: my apartment. I don't do partners. I don't do outside. Not since my family was taken from me. Then he blew my door off its hinges. He calls himself Leo. A thief, all sharp grins and sharper reflexes, bleeding out on my pristine floor. He shoved a data-key into my hand, babbling about a shadowy syndicate called Janus and a hit on his life. He said he was sorry. He said they were coming for me, too. I didn't believe him. Until the professional cleaners showed up and turned my safe house into a warzone. Now, we're stuck with each other. The agoraphobic numbers-whisperer and the adrenaline-junkie thief. He thinks I'm a coward. I think he's a liability. But as we tear into Janus, we find something worse than stolen art or laundered cash. We find a project named "Chimera." And a chilling truth: the tragedy that broke me and the murder that forged him weren't accidents. They were acquisitions. They thought they were hunting us. They were wrong. We're the ghosts they created, and we're coming for our revenge. Even if trusting each other is the most dangerous heist of all. Two broken men. One shared enemy. No way out.

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