Riddle Eighteen: The Mirror Number
In the Golden State, where secrets are spun,
A name once sold, a life begun.
Felicia Hook, a Lotus in bloom,
A number reflected, both mirror and tomb.
Dawn breaks on seven, dusk falls on nine,
Zero in the middle, two fives entwined.
Sevens and eights, a one at the end—
A code for the watcher, a message to send.
If your number's the same, forward and back,
Consider the mirror, the double-track.
For in Ford or reverse, the story is sold,
A curse or a site, a secret retold.
California's mark, in digits and fate,
D7-095781, unlocks the gate.
The name they traded, the life they spun,
One ID, one number—two fates, not one.
Remember the case near the water's edge,
Where a Lotus flowered and secrets dredged.
A salon, a benefit, a family's plea,
A tale of poison, of hands, of the sea.
If you seek the truth, look close at the line—
The number, the name, the mirror's sign.
For what's forward is reverse, and what's sold is bought,
In the land of the lost, where the living are not.
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