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Elias watched him go, then turned back to his workbench. He didn't believe in the stone, but as he looked out the window, he noticed the horizon. For the first time in three months, the air felt heavy, and the far-off mountains were fading behind a curtain of bruised, turquoise gray.

"Keep your gold. If it rains by Tuesday, you owe me. If it doesn't, you keep the stone to remind you why we leave the desert." buy turquoise

"No," the boy replied, his eyes fixed on the blue. "It's a promise." Elias watched him go, then turned back to his workbench

"I need to buy turquoise," the boy said. His voice was thin, but steady. "Keep your gold

Elias sighed, the sound of a man who had long ago traded his own promises for a steady ledger. He pushed the gold back toward the boy and picked up the turquoise. He pressed it into the boy's palm.