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Elias looked down. His own hand was on the brass crank. Had he put it there? Or had it always been there? He tried to let go. He couldn’t.

A new card. A cat’s paw print, delicate as a fern.

Then the final card flipped.

He turned the crank.

DING.

Your turn, he didn’t say. But Elias heard it, in the silence between heartbeats.

A moment later, the air in the shop changed. A Persian cat materialized on a shelf of old Zippo lighters. It was beautiful, but wrong. One leg was twisted, and it dragged a silken rope of shadow behind it like a leash. It didn’t meow. It just opened its mouth in a silent, perfect scream. pawndex

“No,” Elias breathed.