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box. She shoved it toward me with trembling hands. “Here. Take it. It’s cursed anyway.”
I took it, opened it. The ring was inside. But something felt off. Too light. Too shiny. I held it to the light and knew immediately.
This wasn’t my ring.
She had made a copy.
“Where’s the original?” I asked.
She shrugged, and her smirk widened. “I guess you’ll have continue reading …
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