It had been sitting there quietly, hidden in plain sight, waiting to be misunderstood. The black handle, the small metal rods, the oddly specific shape — it all felt like a clue in a story I didn’t remember starting. I turned it over in my hands, half curious, half unsettled, wondering what kind of person owned something like this, and what they used it for.
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