“I just bought it the other day. This gorgeous dark beast, smooth and polished, soaked in deep, rich colors, and shaped in the abstract hinting of a dragon’s head.
The alarm that struck through me when I heard the hard-solid clang of my pocket’s contents impacting against the unyielding metal pole of the workout machine as I draped my coat over it signalled injury.
No! I love this stone – I appreciate it!
It’s now cracked across its skull, just like I was. Only there are no cells present to aid its healing. None that is, except the energy of its caretaker, holding it in apology.”
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