She fingered the heavy amulet on her chest. The tarnished chain endured her heavy heart. He had given it to her as a token of good luck before he rode away. Waiting years for him to return, she pretended that around her neck rested power. She could make garden greens flourish and water flow. She imagined it a beacon, where he could signal the moon and send her secret kisses. She saw beauty in the deep pool of blue and truly believed that with it, no harm would ever come between them.
When he never came back, she died. She lifted the amulet from her neck and placed it on the grave. It was just a necklace. She was the one that had given it meaning.
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