Reid - Learning How To

Elara was seven the first time she saw a reid wrong.

Nona died. In her will, she left Elara a small wooden box with a brass latch. No key. Inside, a single object: a smooth river stone, gray as a winter sky.

And that is the only reid that matters.

“Donor wants to know the owner’s identity,” her boss said. “Said if you can reid it, they’ll pay triple.”