19-36 122
Emma’s navigation screen blinked quietly in the background, its glowing numbers pulling her attention. At the top corner appeared the sequence: “19-36 122.” Her chest constricted instantly. Those were the exact numbers etched permanently into skin—her grandmother’s tattoo, and Edgar’s as well. Her breath caught in her throat, disbelief flooding her veins. The coordinates weren’t random markings. They were a map, and suddenly the house, the tattoos, and the truth intertwined seamlessly together.
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