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Better to be forgotten

“What’s TBYD7?” Steven asked again. Wilburt sighed. “No one really knows. She carved it on everything—walls, boxes, paintings. My dad said never look too closely. Said it was best forgotten. So I didn’t.” He stared at the table in silence, torn between fear and guilt. “But now it’s out. You opened it. Maybe it’s finally time to see the rest.”
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