The locket was cold when it touched my palm, and the world snapped into a terrifying kind of silence. In that breathless pause, the bus, the city, even my own name felt distant. There was only the metal, the weight of an unknown life, and the strange certainty that I was no longer just passing through this day. Inside, a photograph waited, and beneath it, a note that would rewir… Continues…
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