He’d spent the day seeing lawyers, board members, loyal
servants. But eventually, I was called to my father’s soon to be death bed.
He looked… Well, like death, but he still managed to pick up
a small box.
“I wanted to give you this on your twenty-first birthday,
like my father did with me, but since I’m not making it…” he said, holding it
out.
I took the box and opened it. Inside was a small pebble,
looked normal, till I touched it and saw everything.
Took me a year to stop using it to spy on girls, of course…
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