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The little wooden boy finds the jewel of all desiring. It’s the jewel that makes the world real, instead of fiction. Real, instead of just a tale.

He holds it in his hand for a moment. He smiles at it.

Then he shrugs and he packs it away.

“That’s enough stuff!” says the wooden boy. “Time for dancing!”

He goes down under the world to make a bargain with the smith-dwarf Hans.

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