A Vague Memory

Luke’s eyes caught on one line: “Finary Oud retise.” Something about it teased at memory’s edge. Had he heard similar words as a boy, in one of Carl’s stories? He pressed his temples, trying to drag it forward, but nothing came. Still, that faint familiarity gave him hope. The message wasn’t nonsense. He simply wasn’t seeing the truth yet.
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