The long piece of polished wood stood about six feet tall, it’s top adorned with several large gems that twinkled in the morning light as it filtered through the trees. Sapphires, diamonds, an emerald or two, all of the stones were beautiful, but in the very center of the staff, there was a large opening which I didn’t quite understand. I would have to sort that out later. For now, I took the polished wood in my hand and marveled at how beautiful it was. It fit so nicely in my palm, as if the forest had taken into consideration just how long my fingers were, just how strong my grip would be.
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