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This woman felt like she had just found
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a hidden gem during one of her thrift
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shopping rounds. She bought an
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old-looking ring with unique carvings
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and a green emerald for only 25. In her
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eyes, it was considered a steal. But it
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was a purchase she soon would come to
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regret dearly because just one day
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later, an expert told her the following.
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Allison enjoyed browsing thrift stores
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on lazy Sunday afternoons, especially
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the ones tucked away in quiet
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neighborhoods. She never looked for
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anything specific, just the thrill of
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the unknown. That day, Allison felt
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particularly lucky. She felt it even
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more so when her gaze fell on a specific
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glass case near the register. The
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display box was filled with old jewelry
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and watches, some rusted, others
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beautifully aged. She leaned closer, her
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eyes scanning over brooes and dull
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chains, when something round and gold
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caught her eye. It was a thick ring,
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heavy-l lookinging, with strange
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markings carved all around its surface.
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A single green gem was set at the top,
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tiny but vibrant. "How much for this
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one?" she asked the woman behind the
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counter, pointing toward it with growing
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curiosity. The shopkeeper carefully
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removed it from the case. "$25,"
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she said. It came from a house clearance
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last week, probably costume jewelry.
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Allison turned it over in her fingers.
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It felt solid and heavier than she
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expected. The markings looked decorative
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to her, but she soon found out they held
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a much more significant meaning. The
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piece looked far too good and premium to
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go for a low price like that. So,
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without arguing the call any further,
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she agreed. I'll take it. Back home,
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Allison slipped the ring onto her middle
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finger. It fit surprisingly well, even
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though it was not made for her. She
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examined it under a desk lamp, tracing
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the carvings again. They were a mixture
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of doodles and written words, although
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not in a language she recognized. The
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green stone shimmerred under the light,
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catching her offg guard with an almost
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flashlight brightness. It almost was
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like the little green stone was alive.
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Curiosity got the better of her. So, she
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took a picture of the ring and posted it
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in a local online group for antique
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lovers, asking if anyone recognized the
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symbols. But Allison was most curious
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about the shiny green stone in the
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center of her new ring. The comments
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came in slowly and were mostly dull and
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unhelpful. Most people just found the
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ring pretty. Others thought it might be
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a replica of a fantasy movie they saw
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recently. But these were not the answers
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she was hoping for. It was getting dark
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outside and staring at her computer
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screen tired Allison. So with no one
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able to help her further, she readied
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herself for bed. But Allison had no idea
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what was to come. During the night,
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Allison got her beauty sleep. It was
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calm and peaceful without any
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disturbances. But what this poor woman
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did not realize was that her phone was
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slowly heating up, not with actual heat,
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but with incoming messages from one
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particular person. And it all had to do
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with the ring resting beside her on her
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nightstand. When Allison woke up the
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next morning, her phone was still
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ringing. There were plenty of messages
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to go around, many with stupid and
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unbelievable theories. However, one
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reply stood out, mostly because this
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individual commented on her post over 10
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times. He didn't share any theories, but
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simply asked if Allison wanted to meet
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in person, stating it was important.
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Allison messaged him privately. His name
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was Dr. Francis Merritt, and he claimed
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to be a retired university professor
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specializing in tech. "I believe I know
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something about this ring you will want
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to know," he typed. After some back and
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forth during which Dr. Merritt refused
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to tell her why he was so adamant about
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meeting up, Allison agreed to meet him
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at the public library later that day.
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Allison admitted hesitation. What could
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a technology professor tell her about a
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golden ring? The two simply didn't add
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up. Plus, meeting a strange person she
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met online sounded like a bad idea, but
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the thought of a public library with
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many other people around seemed like a
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good safety net. And Allison soon
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discovered that being a technology
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expert would be quite handy in her case.
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During the hours between her online chat
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and the time she needed to leave home to
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go to the library, she researched Dr.
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Francis Merritt. He seemed legit. The
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man worked at MIT for over 30 years and
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even published some papers on
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transmitters and other vague technology
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related items she knew little about. But
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all this compiling information did give
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Alin a bit more confidence. But what
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Allison did not know was that her
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worries were directed in a completely
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wrong direction. She doubted the man
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tried to help her figure out this
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mysterious ring. But her doubts should
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have been directed toward the piece of
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jewelry she held in her side pocket
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almost the entire day. For this ring
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held a secret hand, not a very pleasant
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one. When it was time to go to the
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meeting, Allison wore the ring again.
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The sky was overcast and a cool breeze
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blew through the streets as she walked
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to the library. She found Dr. Merritt
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waiting at a table near the back,
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surrounded by open books and a small
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magnifying lamp. He greeted her warmly,
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then immediately focused on the ring
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that gripped her finger. Allison took a
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seat across from Dr. Merritt, still
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feeling unsure about everything. The man
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didn't waste time with small talk. His
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eyes, slightly magnified by thick
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glasses, were fixed on the ring. "May
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I?" he asked, and she slipped it off her
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finger without a word. He placed it
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gently beneath his magnifying lamp and
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leaned in so close his nose nearly
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touched it. He didn't speak at first,
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just examined the carvings in silence.
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He adjusted the lamp twice and even took
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out a small metal tool to tap lightly
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along the band. "This ring, it isn't
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decorative," he muttered. "This green
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stone? It's holding a secret." Allison
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blinked. A secret? What kind of secret?
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She asked, but the man didn't answer
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immediately. He kept inspecting. This
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ring is not what it seems. Dr. Rip
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Merritt finally said, his voice lower
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now. It's cleverly designed. This isn't
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jewelry. It's technology. He pointed to
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a small groove under the green gem. This
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isn't a stone at all. It's a lens. A
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very small one. Allison laughed,
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thinking he must be joking, but the
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man's serious expression quickly wiped
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the smile from her face. A lens? She
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repeated, frowning. Dr. Merritt turned
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the ring upside down, angling it beneath
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the light again. "Yes, and this here,"
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he tapped a groove beside the green
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emerald, "is probably a power source.
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The craftsmanship is extremely refined,
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something I've only seen in surveillance
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prototypes. This is a camera, miss," he
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said. "And it's been pointing at your
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face this entire time. Someone's
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watching you." Allison's skin turned
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cold. "Are you saying someone's spying
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on me?" she asked quietly. "Through the
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ring?" The older man nodded. It's
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possible, maybe even likely. He turned
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the ring over and pulled out a tiny
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scanner from his bag. I don't usually
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carry this around, he said. But today,
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I'm glad I did. He waved it slowly over
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the ring. A light blinked red. Active
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signal. It's transmitting, Dr. Merritt
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said calm despite the revelation. We
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should power it down, Allison suggested,
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panicked. Maybe smash it. But he shook
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his head. If someone's watching, cutting
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the feed might alert them. Better to act
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unaware. But why would someone film me?
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She asked. It's just a thrift store
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ring. Dr. Merritt leaned back. I don't
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think this ring was left there by
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accident. Someone wanted it to be found.
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The question is, why you? That unsettled
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her. She tried to recall anything
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unusual from the store. We should move.
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I have equipment in my apartment that
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can block the signal and let us examine
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it safely. The idea of leaving with a
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stranger felt risky, but staying seemed
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riskier. Allison hesitated, then nodded.
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"All right, but I'm driving." He gave a
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faint smile. They left quietly. Allison
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slipping the ring into her coat pocket,
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scanning the street as they exited. The
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drive was silent, heavy with tension.
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His apartment was modest, tucked among
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trees, partly hidden from view. Inside,
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he closed the blinds and led her to a
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cluttered workbench surrounded by odd
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devices and tools. He laid the ring on a
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rubber pad beneath a strange dome-like
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object. "Signal jammer," he said.
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"Whoever's watching won't see or hear
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anything now. Can you tell where the
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signal was going?" she asked. He nodded.
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I recorded the path before jamming it.
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We might be able to trace it. On a
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nearby monitor, a red dot blinked. It's
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bouncing through a tower just five
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blocks from here. "Can we go there?"
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Allison asked. But Merritt was cautious.
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We don't know what we're dealing with.
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That tower could be a decoy. Despite not
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understanding everything, Alice
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entrusted him. She stayed quiet as he
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began typing furiously, attempting to
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access security feeds from the building.
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Strings of data raised across the
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screen. When he hit enter, a set of
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camera feeds loaded. Merritt had
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expected nothing, but there it was, a
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small office room and a man sitting
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behind a desk. The security camera gave
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them a view from behind, showing him
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watching a bank of monitors. Can you
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zoom in?" she asked. Merritt adjusted
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the view. Allison's heart froze. On the
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man's monitors, she saw a playback of
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everything since she had bought the
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ringer leaving the thrift store.
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Close-ups of her face. Even scenes from
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inside her home, her cat, her furniture,
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her life on display. "This is freaking
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me out," she whispered. "We have to make
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him stop. Why was this man watching her?
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What did he want?" Allison knew she
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couldn't live like this. They needed to
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find answers because her safety was
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already gone. Dr. Merritt agreed, but
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warned they couldn't confront the man
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alone. He suggested Allison contact the
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police and explain the situation. When
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they agree to help, we'll go over there.
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Allison picked up her phone and called
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local law enforcement, recounting
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everything. To her relief, they took her
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seriously. "If you give us the address,
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we'll arrive in 30 minutes," said the
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officer. She provided the location, then
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turned to Merritt. Let's go, she said.
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They drove in tense silence. They parked
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across the street from the building. All
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the building's windows were dark except
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one. A dim light glowed exactly where
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they believed the spy was. "He's there,"
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Merritt said. But then the blinds moved.
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"Someone was inside watching." Moments
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later, the light switched off. Acting
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fast, they rushed to the front door,
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hoping to intercept whoever was inside.
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The police hadn't arrived yet, and if
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they waited, the person might vanish.
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Allison reached the entrance first. She
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pressed herself to the right of the
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door. Merritt took the left. They waited
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in silence. After about 3 minutes,
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footsteps echoed from inside. The
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doornob turned. A hooded figure stepped
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out and they acted on instinct tackling
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the person to the ground. "Who are you?"
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Allison yelled, holding him down. Just
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then, the police pulled up. He was
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arrested without resistance. Upstairs,
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the police found the evidence needed to
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prosecute. surveillance footage of
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Allison. Dozens of pictures dating back
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over a decade, even the layout of her
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home. You've been on his radar for a
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long time, one officer said. At the
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station, the man finally spoke. His name
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was Ashton Davis. He had gone to high
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school with Allison and had been
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obsessed with her ever since. Too shy to
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approach her then, he used his tech
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skills to track her. "I followed her for
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over 13 years," he confessed. He
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admitted to paying a thrift store clerk
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and old friend to ensure Allison ended
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up with the ring. "She didn't know why,
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so don't arrest her," he pleaded. Ashton
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received a three-year prison sentence
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for illegal surveillance and stalking. A
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lifetime restraining order barred him
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from contacting Allison or coming within
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100 yards of her. The judge called his
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actions invasive and calculated. The
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shopkeeper was fined for her role in the
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deception. Allison didn't attend the
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sentencing. She felt no triumphantly, a
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quiet relief. Her life, long shadowed by
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someone else's obsession, was finally
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her own again. She changed her locks,
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gave away unfamiliar jewelry, and
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updated her routines. The fear that once
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clung to her began to fade, though she
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still glanced at corners of her home out
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of habit, the oppressive weight she'd
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carried for years had lifted. The ring
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was gone. The shadows had cleared. For
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the first time in 13 years, Allison
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wasn't just safe. She was free.