It is breathlessly said that on the very ground of the battlefield there is a spirit that attends to every battlefield and picks all the tears dotted around for the dead people. Each of the tears, they said, turned into a pearl and was kept in an indestructible container. In the end, the time of the war came and the place ceased to be a battlefield and the vessel was broken scattering the pearls over the land but preserving it for the generations to come.
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