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Submitted to Contest #281
I am a stone. It’s a strange thing to admit, but it’s true. Not just any stone, but a small, round pebble, lying at the crest of a larger boulder on the side of a mountain. I’ve spent so much time in the same spot, worn smooth by the wind and the rain, that I’ve forgotten what it was like to be part of something bigger. Once, I was just another piece of the mountain—connected to the rock, to the earth, to everything else that made up the whole. But over time, I became separate. I became... me. I have no eyes to see, no mouth to speak, no han...
Lena had heard the legend a thousand times, like all the children in the village. Her grandmother, with her gray hair pulled into a tight bun, would sit by the hearth, her face wrinkled with age, and tell the same stories she had been told when she was young. These were the kinds of tales that made you shiver with fear, but also stirred something deep inside, a longing for more. In particular, there was one story that always caught Lena’s attention—the story of the silver coin. The coin, according to the legend, was said to grant any wish, n...
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