Curious, she knelt down and tugged it free. It was a stone, perfectly smooth, shimmering faintly even in the dull light. It seemed to hum softly in her hand, as if it held a secret just waiting to be told.
Mirabel and the Moonstone
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Curious, she knelt down and tugged it free. It was a stone, perfectly smooth, shimmering faintly even in the dull light. It seemed to hum softly in her hand, as if it held a secret just waiting to be told.