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The hiss of the espresso machine drowned the morning rush. Lena wiped sweat from her brow, slinging lattes across the counter amid the clatter of mugs and chatter. Her wrist itched under the bracelet, a cheap silver thing from her late grandma.

A man in a threadbare coat leaned in, eyes like polished obsidian. 'The veil thins,' he murmured, sliding a crumpled map her way. 'You're marked. Midnight at the Whispering Bridge.' She scoffed, crumpling it into the trash. Delusional tourist.

But that night, rain slicked the streets, neon signs bleeding pink into puddles. The itch burned now, bracelet tight like a vice. She fished out the map—lines pulsing faintly under her thumb. Heart pounding, she grabbed her jacket.

The bridge arched over fog-choked river, wind carrying brine and rust. The man waited, silhouette sharp against sodium lamps. 'Feel it?' he asked, voice gravel. He touched her bracelet; light erupted, searing visions: crumbling towers, a shadowed crown, her face in the mirror of prophecy.

Lena staggered back, bile rising. 'My grandma said it was just jewelry.' Flash of memory—grandma's frail hands clasping hers, eyes wet: 'Hide it, child. It chooses wrong.' Betrayal twisted in her gut; all those years of doubt, now this?

Power surged, bridge rails humming. She lifted a hand—river mist coiled upward, forming faces of the lost. The man smiled, too wide. 'The chosen binds the echoes.' But his eyes flickered, hunger beneath.

She clenched her fist; mist shattered, spraying cold droplets. 'Who are you really?' Doubt cracked her voice. He stepped closer, bracelet glowing hotter, pulling her toward the edge.

Footsteps echoed from the fog. Another figure emerged—grandma's twin? 'Run, Lena. It's not your mark. It's theirs.' The man's laugh echoed as shadows swallowed him, bracelet cracking open to reveal etched words: 'Choose or be chosen.' Lena teetered on the brink, power thrumming wild in her veins—what lay across the river called her name.