He laid a hand against the cool, smooth stone for support.

They were cool and hard between his fingers, like smooth little stones.

Finally, he laid one hand flat on the smooth stone.

He reached out and touched the smooth cold stone of the wall.

A pile of small, smooth, dark stones sat to the side on the board.

In his right hand he held a smooth stone, slippery with blood.

The way was easy along the smooth stone of the bank.

Like the floor, it was formed of smooth, cool stone.

Three feet coming down in succession on the smooth stone.

Once that was done, he moved to the wall to the right of the door and began running his hands lightly over the smooth stone.