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When Mara, a curious apprentice thief, heard the tale, she slipped through the crowded lanes under the cover of dusk. The stall’s owner, a stoic woman with eyes like polished obsidian, watched her approach without a word. Mara reached out, feeling the cool tremor of the gem against her palm. As she lifted it, the hairs quivered and a soft hum filled the air, like the distant echo of a forgotten song.