Samantha almost walked past it without a second glance—just another morning walk along a quiet beach where the tide always left behind broken shells and tangled seaweed.s. But something small caught the early light near her feet, a glint sharper than sea glass, more deliberate than driftwood. She knelt down, brushed away the wet sand, and felt her fingers close around something cold, hard, and impossibly heavy for its size, something that had no business resting half-buried in the sand
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