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Rohan’s hands shook as he typed:

Rohan opened the MMS.

They didn’t move. They just watched.

Lot #1004. Final price: Everything.

Rohan stood barefoot on the cold asphalt, the charcoal-suited figures motionless in a semicircle around him. The sky was the color of a bruise. He looked at his phone. At the blinking cursor. mms.mazadigital

“You are lot #1004. The bidding war for your final memory ends at dawn. Reply ‘YES’ to raise your own reserve price.” Rohan’s hands shook as he typed: Rohan opened the MMS

At 3:14 AM, another buzz.