Turning it around

Turning the object slowly in her hands, Linda’s breath caught sharply. Her thumb grazed a hollowed-out section, revealing a glass lens like a camera’s eye inside. Confusion and dread surged, her mind buzzing with unease she couldn’t shake. The garden, her safe haven, now felt strange, almost hostile. She stood frozen, gripping the rock, heart pounding as she processed this bizarre discovery, its implications unraveling her sense of security.
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