The Price Of Fate
“None of them are enough.”
That nearly undid me. He crossed the room slowly. In his hands was a golden necklace covered in precious gems. It looked old. Not old in a dull way. Old in the way royal things became when they had survived hands, wars, love, grief, and generations of women who had worn power against their throats. The gold was worked into delicate twisting patterns that looked like wings and vines together. Gems flashed through it, red, green, white, and deep blue, each one catching the light differently.
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