A rock that comfortably filled his palm and was shaped like a slightly-flattened egg cracked down the center. The outside shell appeared umber and worn. The inside was a dull slate, with a peculiarly straight line dividing into two interior parts.
This rock, whether common or extraordinary, was a piece of the desert, sitting warm in my hand. It was an example of our world, whether a common thing that came from the Earth itself, or a visitor from another realm.
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