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"Insert a memory," the hole replied. "Not a coin. A true, forgotten moment of yours. Something small."

The fluorescent lights of the "Sunset Mirage" laundromat flickered like dying fireflies. It was 2:17 AM, and Xia was the only soul in the place. She sat on a cracked plastic chair, watching her duvet tumble in dryer number four, when her eyes drifted to the back wall. gloryhole xia

She didn't know if the hole was a ghost, a god, or just a lonely person on the other side of a wall. "Insert a memory," the hole replied