Fanny recounted somewhat apprehensively, âDickson and I wanted to sell you off as quickly as wecould, but that thing around your neck
was an eyesore.
âWe couldnât find a buyer. That sugilite pot glowed and had an@@novelbin@@
engraving on its back.â
The engraving was a single word, but it meant neither wealth nor good fortune. It was âsoulâ. No onewould dare to acquire something
like that, much less keep it.
Shuddering, Fanny continued, âI had an elder in our village take a look at the thing around your neck.He told me it was made from something deep under the earth.
âHe claimed that it was cursed and told us to get rid of it quickly. That