As a young boy of just six years and six days, Tindle did not know the value of this acquisition - nor, of who may have placed it there: perhaps a pirate had stolen this keepsake from an African trader; or an irate, thick-necked Troll - who may very likely now follow him home.
Tindle wiped its glittering face and dipped it into one of the rock pools littered with sea anemone - plop it dropped, and so clear was the gem, he could not see it again - for it appeared to have simply dissolved into the water.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER -: Finding Self - Second Guesses
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