The talisman she wore around her neck softly illuminated the rippling area closest to her. Even the watery fist of her grandmother—as big, it seemed, as the ocean itself—had not been enough to rip the sea glass from her neck. It was strong, just like Angel, who had given it to her. Unable to move, Sophie thought of Angel hard at work in Kishka’s dump, working the glass tumbler with thick, dirty gloves on her hands, hoisting barrels of sparkling color onto her shoulders, her brow sweating beneath the band of the woolly cap she wore no matter the weather. Sophie wished she could reach out to her friend’s mind to let her know she was okay, but then, Sophie wasn’t sure she was okay. But if she was going to be okay she knew that the talisman would help her, and she thanked Angel in her heart as she lay inside its cool, blue glow. The light attracted a small school of curious fish. They were nothing more than slivers, silvery and translucent. As one they darted toward the glow, and as one they quickly twitched away.
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