Saturday, August 16, 2025

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 I found an old cassette player—the same one I had used as a child.
It barely worked.
The buttons stuck.
The sound warbled like a voice lost underwater.
But when I pressed play, something flickered to life—not just sound, but memory. 
And suddenly, it was as if she was speaking directly to me, from a place suspended between the past and something far more haunted.

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