The wallet was not special; the old leather had been crumpled at the edges, and the card slots were as torn as a cat’s blanket. Inside, the contents appeared basic at first glance. A few bank notes, some dirty coins, an array of loyalty cards, and a debit card belonging…to me.

I read and reread the card, until, in a fit of sense, I realised the possibility that another person may share my name.

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