They were antique beads from an old fine gown, reclaimed to become whatever her imagination could conjure. She was, after all, the best kind of creative wizard.
The beads rolled upon the table in their freeform way, settling into a pretty pattern brought to her by chance and good luck.
She let the beads sit in her palm, their iridescent brightness reminding her of the solar system.
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