The Sound in the Shell, page 11 of 12

Pip pushes a small wrapped bundle to the back of his shelf, and beyond the doorway the grey stone stands far down the dry shore in the first light, empty.

He wrapped the shell in the folded leaf and put it at the back of his kept things.

For nine mornings he did not go down the steps.

The stone kept the first light to itself.

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