11th Hour

A darker, more fantasticalGroundhog DayAfter getting on the wrong bus and unceremoniously thrown off in an unfamiliar part of the city, the unnamed narrator had to rush up an uphill street to reach his workplace in time for an important meeting at noon. As he ran up the street, he witnessed moments of deaths, but each time was too late to do anything. He was also late for his meeting.

In the depths of despair, he found himself sent back one hour into the past—to when he had just been thrown off the bus. Would he be able to prevent the deaths he had witnessed? Or would he choose to ignore them in favor of making it to his meeting on time? Was the regression a blessing or a curse? Would he be able to escape the endless cycle? Would he even want to?

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Also, this is a temp blurb because blurbing is hard and author can't brain right now. Don't mind the cover. The author used MS Paint and Word to make it because they're too cheap for photoshop and too dumb to use Stable Diffusion.