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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 touched the locket. It turned to ash. And Kaelen felt something unhook inside his chest—a tiny, screaming absence where his longing for love had lived. xxxpawn

“Ah,” the Pawnbroker hummed. “Abandonment. The purest vintage.” Desperate, he unclasped the locket from his neck

Then the dreams began.

“I need enough for a new cortex spike and a clean ID,” he said. xxxpawn

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