“There, there,” Mr. Pound says, stroking the top of your head as you feel yourself tearing up. “I’m sure you’re feeling overwhelmed.”
“Yes!” You sniffle, too upset to notice that you somehow censored yourself instead of saying ”No shit!” like you meant to.
“That’s natural. You’re adjusting to an entirely new life, after all. But I’d like to help and support you as much as I can, Candace.”
You risk a look in the mirror again, finally noticing the almost possessive way Mr. Pound is holding you to “comfort” you. “Mr. Pound…?”
“Call me Gregory.” He smiles down at you. “You know, Candace, the magic of the stamp makes sure reality changes to ensure you have everything you need to settle into your new life. ID, transportation, housing, even memories once you start to settle into things. But certain actions can also influence that magic further.” He lifts your hand up and slips a silver ring on your ring finger before you realize what he’s doing. “For example, if we wear matching rings on our left ring fingers-“
You feel the dread beginning to wash over you. “Wait. Wait, no…”
“-then Ms. Candace Smith because Mrs. Candace Pound.”
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