The Book turned up in the mail one day, no return address, no indication of where it came from. No title on the front, and a flick through revealed pages of handwriting.
I would have thrown it out, but I glanced at the first page and saw my name.
I read a few lines, it told me it was from 'a friend', and suggested 'lucky' numbers in specific lotteries.
Very quickly I became rich, and it guided me through a few years until it began to diverge from my reality.
At least I know which version of time travel exists.
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