Welcome to TOTH

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Look around.

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TOTH is a small town. At its centre stands an antique shop. Its real name is TOTH Antiques. TOTH Antiques isn’t only here. There’s one where you live. You may have seen it before. You may have walked past it many times, never quite sure what made you slow down, or why you looked twice. The name above the door may have been different then. That part changes. The shop does not.

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At first, everything in TOTH seems ordinary. Everyone appears familiar. It takes time to notice the small inconsistencies — the things that don’t quite settle, no matter how often you encounter them. The schoolteacher is dependable, trusted. She smiles in the corridors, nods at parents during morning drop-offs, returns neatly marked papers. But is she who she says she is? And why do her features seem slightly different each time you look at her?

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The housewife’s curtains open to a picture-perfect life. The garden is tidy. The table is set. Laughter sounds right. But what happens when the lights go out? What doesn’t her husband know? What doesn’t his wife know? And why is one child sometimes awake at night, standing by the window, watching something no one else can see?

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Even the priest who sweeps the parish steps at dawn — what is he truly cleansing? His robes are immaculate. His voice steady. Yet the candles flicker strangely when he passes, and some confessions refuse to stay inside the box built to contain them.

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In TOTH, nothing is quite what it claims to be — not the people, not the streets, not even the weather. A bright sky can feel staged. A crisp wind may carry words you weren’t meant to hear. A street bathed in sunlight can still cast shadows in the wrong places.

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Visitors learn quickly that solitude isn’t the worst fate here. It’s the moment you realise the town is aware of you — that you’ve been noticed — that things begin to shift.

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Not all outcomes are cruel. Justice exists, though it follows rules of its own. Some receive what they deserve. Some receive what they never expected. And some simply disappear.

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There is one thing you can rely on in TOTH. The townspeople will always smile. They will always nod. Whether they recognise you — or remember you at all — is another matter entirely.

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And if you dare to cross the line — if you manage to leave — you won’t be the same person again.

 

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