Jennifer awoke with a start, her heart still racing from the vision of her great-grandmother. The words echoed in her mind—guardians of the artifacts, forces that seek to use you—as she lay there in the stillness of her darkened bedroom, trying to make sense of what she had just experienced. It had felt so real. Unlike the wild, confusing dreams she’d been having since her accident, this vision was sharp, vivid, and undeniably personal. Her great-grandmother had seemed worried, desperate even

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Jennifer Love Hewitt stood frozen, her mind racing as the massive ship loomed over their small boat. The spotlight’s beam illuminated the dark waters, blinding her and Drew Barrymore. The cold, mechanical voice repeated its chilling demand:

“Jennifer Love Hewitt. Surrender the artifacts, or we will take them by force.”

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Jennifer awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The world around her was unfamiliar, and her head throbbed with pain.

Slowly, her vision cleared, and she realized she was lying on the floor of her kitchen. The room was bright with sunlight, and the scent of lemon cleaner still hung in the air. She blinked, trying to piece together what had happened.

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