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The rain splattered over the tarp of the new tent quietly, while the cold swept in through the open entrance. Noor lay on her new mat silently with the last Jewel in her hand, staring absentmindedly at it. The other six were laid out beside her, identical to each other and far from even resembling the one in her hands.
Even after a week, she still couldn't comprehend how there had been so much violence over these seven precious stones in front of her. Sure, they were beautiful to look at, but other than that, they looked perfectly normal. And yet dozens were dead because of them. How many more had died because of them, without her knowledge?
After all these days, she had studied the Jewels closely and realised that each of them had a peculiar marking within it, each different from t
