The Heart of a Luna
It is the epitome of a tourist trinket, the kind of cheap memento people buy on forgettable seaside holidays.
Curiosity piqued, I flip open the lid. I honestly do not expect to find anything inside the forgotten box, but my fingers immediately brush against something cold and hard. It is a signet ring.
I frown as I lift it out. The ring is heavy, made of gold, and dominated by a substantial shield crest. The coat of arms is intricately engraved - a proud griffin, its head held high in a posture of defiance, its massive wings spread wide.
Behind the creature, two crossed swords, their blades menacingly wrapped with thorny vines, form an X. Below this elaborate heraldry, the name is carved in
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