Back When I Believed in Magic
The wrinkly, red-faced man nodded at me: “Take it. You’ve been staring at it long enough.” I’d wandered away from my mom in a nondescript convention center hosting a gemstone exhibition in some mid-sized German town. I’d been looking at the golden-yellow citrine stones, running my fingers over the smooth surfaces. “Th…
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