Epilogue

As he promised, my father showed me my grandmother's stone. It was dark gray with a large white eye spot, palm-sized, flat and silky smooth. I rubbed it on my face. I smelled it. I even licked it when no one was looking. My father declared that someday, when the time is right, he will pass it on to me along with the note from my grandmother...

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