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The Phone, Two

He fiddled with his new acquisition a little more, opening up the contacts list as he wondered about the owner (previous owner, he corrected himself) and his identity. Did he somehow forget about it when he left the phone booth? And why didn’t he use his mobile to call in the first place?

Mark’s curiosity grew stronger when the list revealed nothing to him. No contacts, no phone numbers. ‘Well, all the better for me,’ he thought to himself. ‘I suppose no one would miss it, then.’

Exiting the application, he studied the icon for Candlelight. it was an image of its namesake, but for some odd reason, the color and the shape of it seemed… almost enchanting, somehow.

Mark opened the application.

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