They appear quietly, almost politely. A faint interruption in the smooth surface you thought you knew. You catch them in the wrong light, and suddenly you can’t unsee them. Are they just age, or a warning? A flaw, or a secret? The more you look, the more questions press in, until every small line on your hands beco… Continues…
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