The dark grain is worn but smooth as silk; white ties are wound about the construct’s middle, beads following their path around its length. At one end, adorning metal and shells gleam from light filtered by shoji.
“Most of these treasures have been passed down from generations of priests from across Japan,” Shizuka-san’s muffled voice carries into the room. “Although most of this holds more spiritual value than monetary, I am so grateful we’re moving a lot of it; we have had a few thieves strike the shrine.”
Fingertips skim intricate carvings; she freezes as heat streaks through her hands.
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100 words.
Stella's Word Prompt Game: streak