Kling 1.0 (standard)
The silence of the shack pressed in on him. His blood ran cold. Was this a trick? A curse? The charm, he now realized, wasn't for protection against thieves, but for surveillance of them. The thrill of the snatch had curdled into a cold dread. The Mbare market, he now understood, held mysteries far deeper than he had ever imagined. The palm-top felt heavy in his hand, a digital stone, weighing not just on his palm, but on his very soul. The choices laid before him were stark and terrifying. The night, and the graveyard, beckoned. His life, he knew, would never be the same.