So, as the bead turns, Maggie's got the bead, what will she do with it? Maybe we should go back to the very beginning.... fade in
1700s in Bohemia
As the glow from the pot furnace cut through the smoky blackness, the sweaty beadmaker pulled the molten glass from the inferno. Using closely guarded Venetian secrets, he had learned to stretch and mold glass into beads that were in demand around the world.
" Soon I will be a rich man!" he schemed, as he tossed the perfect blue bead into the copper trough bound for Russia.
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