Facing fears
That night, I sat alone in our dimly lit living room, the ring heavy in my fingers. I flipped it over and over, feeling the familiar form but seeing it in a different light. Could I confront whatever truth the engraving contained? The silence was oppressive, and every tick of the clock reminded me that I was running out of time to sort it out.
Facing Fears
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New discovery
I reached into a drawer and took out an old magnifying glass. Holding the ring up to the light, I inspected the writing more closely. The date still gnawed at me, but then I spotted something new: initials beneath the date. My heart skips a beat. What did the initials stand for? They added another dimension of intrigue.
New Discovery
