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The man’s words echo in my ears and my mind struggles to process the surrealness of the situation. My lips involuntarily form the words, “What ring?” even though I’m all too aware of the object of his concern and he doesn’t waste a second as he tells me of the ring that has plunged me into this disorienting nightmare.
My voice quivers, and I stammer as I finally manage to articulate my response. “I don’t have the certificate,” I confess, my words betraying the panic that churns within me while my vision blurs as I grapple with the overwhelming implications of his call.
The man’s reply is eerily composed, given the gravity of the situation. But his measured tone offers little comfort as he assures me that the absence of a certificate won’t be a hurdle. He insists tha
