A sealed memory

Lillian nearly completed her circuit around the tiny shop when a shiny moka pot with a discount sticker caught her eye. Oddly, it reminded her of a similar, hazy construct from her dream the night before.

At leastโ€ฆ maybe it had been a dream? The image in her mind’s eye felt mysteriously important, like the key to a sealed memory, but it kept vanishing every time she attempted to recall it.

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