For the first time, his I was a verb without a shadow.
He dropped it. The vision vanished.
He never saw the tool again. The boy walked out with the music box still broken—and the obsidian piece warm in his pocket. Elias didn't mind. He had learned, finally, that the I key tool was never meant to be kept. It was meant to be passed on. i key tool
The boy looked at the obsidian rectangle. On its face, the single letter caught the light. For the first time, his I was a verb without a shadow