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Chapter 363 The Silver Coin

ผู้เขียน: Judith GW
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Arlo

It’s sitting there like a calling card. Right on the top step of the inn. Shiny. Perfectly centered. As if someone bent down and placed it there with care and flair and an unhealthy need for dramatics. I crouch to pick it up.

It’s a silver coin. Old and worn smooth in some places, still etched with strange symbols in others. Not any currency I recognize. The weight of it’s wrong, too. It’s too light for metal and too heavy to just be nonsense.

Then it hums in my hand. The sensation is subtle, but real. Just enough magic that I can feel it in the bone-deep way wolves feel storms.

I glance around immediately. Looking for a watcher, or a clue, but there’s nothing. No footprints. No scent trail except the damp city air and warm cinnamon from the shop next door.

I grumble and slip it into my pocket. I have a feeling Cerelia’s not going to like this. Of course, when I find her, she’s halfway into some rune spread, her hands glowing faintly as she mutters about ley lines and dimensional
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