I thought I’d found a harmless little curiosity. A pocket-sized relic, metal and mysterious, that whispered of another time. But the more I examined it, the more wrong it felt. Every click of its mechanism raised new questions, every angle revealed something I’d missed. Then I turned it over… and saw the tiny aligned b.l αdes, glinting coldly. That’s when I realized this wasn’t a toy, or a lighter, or some quaint trink… Continues…