four, five, six, seven. seven colored marbles. they sit in a straight row on the table in front of her. she stares at them, clearing her mind. the choice must come from the heart, after all. she reaches out a hand, selects one, rolls it between the pads of her fingers. "this is it." he looks at her. "are you sure?" she nods. "very well," he says, and he takes it from her. closing his eyes, he places it on his tongue, pulls it into his mouth, and swallows. "i trust you," he says after a moment. "i know," she replies.
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