Undómion let his fingers drift over the blue diamond, feeling its hard and unmarred surface, while listening to the low echo of song from the raindrops encased beneath. He remembered the mass effort to enclose actual water beneath the gem’s surface without doing too much damage to the crystal.
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Memories of the Past
