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Arielle knelt beside him, feeling the cool stone through her bare feet. “What if you could feel it without touching it?”

Arielle knelt, feeling the rough wood of the stall beneath her. She reached into her pocket and produced a single, tiny crystal—clear as a teardrop, yet shimmering with an inner light. She placed it gently on the locket. deeper angel young

Mara’s gaze drifted to a small, weathered locket hanging from her neck. “This was my husband’s,” she whispered. “He left for the sea three winters ago and never returned. I have kept his memory like a candle, but the wind keeps blowing it out.” Arielle knelt beside him, feeling the cool stone