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Inspection

Back home, Alison slipped the ring onto her middle finger. It fit surprisingly well, even though it was not made for her. She examined it under a desk lamp, tracing the carvings again. They were a mixture of doodles and written words, although not in a language she recognized. The green stone shimmered under the light, catching her off guard with an almost flashlight brightness.
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