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The Atlas of 7th Avenue
It’s a pretty little stone. Orange-red, glossy, and slick to touch. “What is this, Jessica?” “A paperweight.” “I mean what is it made from, what kind of stone is it?” “Red jasper. Sir.” “And it gives you comfort, does it?” “I guess?” “You guess?” “I suppose. I mean, yes. It’s calming. Keeps you strong. Because of the energy.” Energy, she says. I don’t know about that. Wicca, I think they call it. I shouldn’t be surprised. My secretary is a creature of silver bangles and smoky

John Lombard
16 hours ago
