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    With measured care, Jarrett opened the lid and drew out a single item. He held it out on his palm, revealing a mesmerizing bracelet shaped like a serpent, its form sinuous and detailed with intricate etchings.

    The design struck both Elliana and Cole immediately. They exchanged a nce—the serpent design again. The same pattern was carved above the entrance to Victor’s hidden chamber, and years ago, during Sophie’s most harrowing Psychephrenia episodes, the same symbol had inexplicably appeared on her wrist.

    The moment hung heavy. Elliana and Cole said nothing, but the air between them thrummed with the same realization: this serpent wasn’t just decoration—it was a cipher, a thread woven through all her secrets.

    Cole took the bracelet from Jarrett’s hand, eyes scanning every curve. Elliana leaned closer, just as absorbed.

    Jarrett finally broke the silence. “Sophie and I were married for over ten years,” he said quietly, his voice threaded with sorrow too worn to disguise. “I loved her more than anyone, but there were corners of her soul she never let me into. She had this puzzle box. I never knew what was inside…”

    He nced at the bracelet now resting in Cole’s palm. “Then one day, out of nowhere, she gave me the bracelet. ‘Keep this safe for me,’ was all she said. No exnation. I didn’t press her. I just locked it away. A few dayster, she vanished without leaving a trace behind. It wasn’t until then that I understood the weight of the bracelet she’d given me. I think she’d already decided to leave Ublento. Whatever this is, she couldn’t risk taking it with her, so she left it with me.”

    Cole stared at the serpent bracelet, voice low with dawning conviction. “This has to be the key to something huge.” Then, he looked up at Jarrett, a flicker of memory lighting in his eyes. “Dad, do you remember? That night Mom had the breakdown—when I was three? This exact pattern showed up on her wrist. And then, after she woke up, it vanished.”

    Jarrett’s nod was slow, weighted with painful recollection. “I remember,” he said hoarsely. That night was a scar that had never faded, engraved deep in both his and Cole’s memories.

    Jarrett stared at the bracelet. “What in God’s name does this serpent symbol mean?”

    But the question hung in the air, unanswered. Elliana and Cole were still deep in the dark,bing through fragments and theories.

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    Cole’s fingers tightened around the bracelet. “I don’t know how yet,” he murmured, “but I can feel it—this serpent is the key. If we decode its meaning, we’ll finally understand who Mom really was and where she came from.”

    “I think you’re right,” Elliana said, eyes never leaving the intricate coils of the design. “It feels ancient, sacred. Maybe a relic from a vanished civilization, a lost bloodline, or even a secret organization.” She exhaled, frustration creeping into her expression. “But I’ve searched everywhere—books, archives, oral histories. There’s nothing. No trace. Right now, this serpent is a ghost.”

    Jarrett let out a deep, aching sigh, his gaze falling. “This body’s given out on me,” he said, regret etched in every word. “I can’t chase answers anymore. Finding out the truth about my wife—that burden is yours now.”

    With quiet finality, he pushed the box toward Cole and Elliana. “Your own mothers’ paths were bound together, and now, so are yours. Protect each other. Care for each other. That’s all I ask. And whatever happens—remember, I’m proud of you both. I wish you both all the best.”

    Then, Jarrett rose and walked away.

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