Written In Stone

Jade

I watched the blood of the mother of mother spray a crimson mist upon a white handkerchief. It was a sign that she was soon to pass and time brought this sign to conclusion and left me as a child with a trinket carved out of jade. This trinket took the form of an elephant for an elephant never forgets.

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