The anchor spoke about the necklace’s mysterious origins, how no living jeweler claimed to have crafted it. Some called it an heirloom of lost royalty, others a miracle of forgotten artistry. The pendant, they said, carried more questions than answers. Mara hadn’t had time to process it all, but her chest felt strangely tight.
She sat frozen, the world outside reduced to rain on glass and the glow of the TV. This couldn’t be a coincidence—not with something so rare. A memory stirred at the edges of her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn’t want to think about where she’d seen it last.