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It was a raw emerald, a long rectangular crystal of cloudy green in a matrix of rough rock. I looked at it for several moments, rubbing my thumb gently over the surface. “You never know when it might come in handy, do you?” I said, under my breath, and tucked it into my bag.
Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)
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