I didn’t sleep.The message stayed on the bedside table long after I had read it, its words growing more unsettling each time I looked at them.If Lucien gives you the ring, do not trust what it opens.I couldn’t stop thinking about the symbol beneath the engraving. Sophia had drawn the same mark in one of her old notebooks. Back then, I assumed it was connected to one of her university projects. She often filled the corners of her pages with strange shapes whenever she was deep in thought.Now I wasn’t so sure.By three in the morning, I had searched every drawer in the bedroom, checked the wardrobe, inspected the balcony doors, and examined the ring beneath my phone’s light. Nothing had changed. The ring remained firmly on my finger, and the tiny symbol offered no clue about what it opened.Eventually, I lay down without changing out of my dress.Sleep came in short, restless stretches.When I woke again, sunlight streamed through the curtains.For several seconds, I forgot where I
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