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On a Saturday morning, a yellowed letter I found inside a box my grandmother had given to a junk dealer led me to the threshold of an entirely different world. At that moment, I wondered how many stories secondhand objects truly hold, and I found myself amidst the bustle of a Sunday market. 09:00 AM – The Magic of the Flea Market As I wandered through stalls searching for the vinyl records I had been seeking for weeks, every object seemed eager to speak to me. At a corner stall, I noticed a suit