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The boy nodded once, gripped the sky in his fist, and ran out into the heat.

Elias looked at the gold, then at the boy’s cracked lips. He knew the superstitions—that turquoise was a piece of the sky fallen to earth, a bridge between the parched ground and the clouds. He also knew that a stone couldn't drill a well. "It's just a rock, son," Elias said softly. buy turquoise

"No," the boy replied, his eyes fixed on the blue. "It's a promise." The boy nodded once, gripped the sky in

"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." The boy nodded once