CHAPTER 94

Elsie’s POV

I followed the line of Drovemir’s finger, down to the necklace at my mother’s throat.

Ordinary.

That was the only word for it. A thin silver chain, dull with age, clasping a stone so lackluster it might have been plucked out of some riverbed. It didn’t shimmer. It didn’t glow. It didn...

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