Initials
I squinted at the small lettering, my heart racing. They were not mine, nor were they John’s. The initials were absolutely unfamiliar to me. How can this be? My bewilderment became more intense, accompanied by a growing sensation of dread. These initials belonged to someone, and they held the key to the story behind the etching. I needed to find out what they meant.
Initials
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