My wife froze when she pulled back the sheets. There, in the middle of our bed, lay a strange white object, sharp, pointed, and utterly out of place. For a moment, the room felt colder. We stared, whispering wild theories, each one worse than the last. Medical tool? Broken device? Something left by someone else? Our minds raced as the tension grew, until one tiny, overlooked detail changed everyth… Continues… We kept turning the object over in our hands, trying to match it to anything we owned. It didn’t fit with our electronics, our furniture, or anything from the kitchen....
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