“My son told me that some things, no matter if they are destined to face imminent doom, are too precious not to be protected.” “Then why would you break it?” He takes one half and puts it in my hand, curling my fingers around the broken piece. I can feel the smoothness of the carving as well as the jagged edge of the break against my skin. Then he holds up his half. “When you find yourself questioning anything in there, especially what you have to do, hold on to this. It will feel the same no matter what is happening. It will ground you to reality. And when you get out, I’ll put the pieces
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