Sitting on the edge of the fountain, pondering life, I see something glittering in the water. I lean in to take a closer look, then reach into the tepid water and wrap my fingers around the sparkling unknown. My hand retreats from the water. I unwrap my fingers one at a time to unveil the treasure they hold, a stone with amethyst like hues.
Now I want to know what happens next. Who put the stone there? Why? Does it have magical powers? Good one, Tara!
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