The morning started out perfectly normal—just me, a watering can, and the calm comfort of my little garden routine. But halfway through, an intense, unfamiliar smell drifted through the air and stopped me cold. It wasn’t floral, fresh, or earthy… it was sharp, odd, and completely out of place. I followed the scent toward the flowerbed, expecting maybe something had spilled or an animal had gotten into the yard. Instead, I noticed a small object near the plants that didn’t belong there at all, and suddenly my peaceful morning felt like a mystery I couldn’t ignore.
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