The Topaz Marquise

“You have been working too hard,” she said and patted my hand. Her touch made me jump. After the cold facets of the gem, her fingers felt like fire.

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    I chewed and sat. The topaz fell from my hand to the table. I swallowed. “I was going to cut it. Into three.”

    “You have been working too hard,” she said and patted my hand. Her touch made me jump. After the cold facets of the gem, her fingers felt like fire.

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