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"No," Mai whispered.

At the edge, she peered down. Water shimmered far below—and in its reflection, not her own face, but the woman from the screen. Smiling now. dagatructiep 67

The screen didn't open a browser. Instead, the phone buzzed, hot against her palm. The camera app launched on its own. The front-facing lens turned black, then resolved into an image: a room she didn't recognize. Old floral wallpaper. A rotary phone on a nightstand. And in the corner, a woman sat with her back to the camera, rocking slowly in a wooden chair. "No," Mai whispered

Mai approached slowly. The phone in her pocket buzzed again. She didn't look. She knew what it would say. " Mai whispered. At the edge

Against every instinct, she tapped.