Two halves of a piece of coal must be given to good caretakers. The readings I got from them were mixed, but I was able to discern that one of the souls was a good one, and the other a bad one. I have no further knowledge of the lives that they once led, or why they'd both end up in the same stone... but maybe the winners can unravel the mystery.
Another wintry month went by... and Christmas passed as silently as ever.
The only thing that I had to show for it was an extremely large chunk of coal.
Whoever had the nerve to leave it for me was going to get such a...
Wait a second... there's something awfully strange about this stone...
To my horror, it split in half at the touch. I checked it over with a few instruments.
I was certain now that this was no ordinary coal at all.
In fact, judging by its need to split, it contained not one soul, but two...