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The shop had no physical address. You found it through a link that appeared only once, in the corner of a dream, or as a sponsored ad at 3:17 a.m. when your judgment frayed like old silk.

When it ended, Lena touched her back. Feathers. Not many. But enough.

Then came the final listing: “Clip of a Fall. Original owner: You. Price: Everything you think you want.”

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