THE DOOR
"I belong to the Vanguard. I belong to you."
Zuri smiled, a breathtaking, brilliant expression that reached all the way to her golden eyes.
"Then let me give you the mark of my heart," Zuri said softly.
She reached into the pocket of her tunic and pulled out a small, beautifully crafted object. It was a thick, braided choker, woven from the indestructible, luminous green fibers of the Sun-Tree. But in the center of the braid, set in a flawless bezel of iridescent silver, was a jagged, dark piece of iron-shale.
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