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Celine nods, with a determined look on her face now,
“I’ll try.” The next item was handed over, no more words were spoken, and a few moments later Celine smiled, “A skull, small but I’m not sure what it’s the skull of.” Chick huffs and swaps the item. “Rose quartz cluster, about five inches tall.” Another huff, Greyson chuckles softly, but stops when Chick glares at him, he holds up his hands,
“I can’t feel her at all, not that I’m looking for her, but that was the point though, right?” Celine grins,
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