"And you? Future me?"
It was the strangest gift twelve-year-old Mira had ever received. No wrapping paper, no bow, just a small, flat stone that hummed faintly in her palm. Her eccentric Uncle Theo had pressed it into her hand at the train station, whispered "excelsizeyeter," and then vanished into the steam of the departing locomotive. excelsizeyeter
The crack of lightning came again. The stone went cold. "And you
"What should I do?" she whispered.
Mira felt dizzy. "So the stone is useless?" just a small