Objects hold memories like otherworldly reflections in an antique mirror. Maybe it's an old rotary phone, a jewelry box playing a haunting tune, a locket that won’t stay shut, or a child's doll showing up in unexpected places.
Some objects are harmless, while some seem cursed. Do these trinkets wait for the perfect person to find them?
What relic have you kept, knowing it carries more than dust?
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For Whom the Phone Rings
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The smell of aged paper and varnish, mingling with the scent of cedar, the inside of an old hope chest hit me when I opened the door. Crossing the threshold, it may have been the dim light or the way the bulbs flickered, triggering a feeling as if I’d entered another era. A gramophone in the far corner played a 1920s jazz tune from a warped record, enhan…