"Regarding it in its precious truth I turned it over in my hand, this rock that I had kept saved and sacred for so long. And it was in this final pass of light across its form that I saw something I had never seen before: the light became as Crystal in its own way, a knife edged star. It was only after the rock was safely tucked away that I spied the red crack, thin as angels’ hair, that it had carved into the side of my left palm."
I must return to the passage