Sandy Steele slowly put down the phone and pushed his blond cowlick back from his brow. Excitement and confusion were mixed in equal parts in his expression as he turned to his father, John Steele, who stood leaning against his workbench, idly tossing a piece of quartz crystal in the air. “It certainly seems to be a habit of his,” John Steele smiled. “What do you think of this particular surprise?”…
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