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Desperate, he unclasped the locket from his neck. Inside was no picture—just a tiny, dried shred of umbilical cord. His last link to his mother, who had sold him to a tech cartel when he was three.

She had not bought his memory. She had bought the space behind his eyes . xxxpawn

Kaelen hesitated. He knew the rule of the triple X. The first X was a trinket. The second X was a secret. The third X… was a piece of your soul. Desperate, he unclasped the locket from his neck

Then the dreams began.

The sign still flickers: . And if you listen close, on certain damp nights, you can hear a muffled sobbing from inside the walls—the sound of a man who learned too late that the most dangerous thing you can ever trade is the part of you that knows how to hurt. She had not bought his memory

Kaelen slapped a silver vial onto the counter. Inside swirled a milky fog—a memory of pure joy: a child’s first laugh.