Claimed By My Mate's Uncle
Elder Karl instructed, holding out the small, sharp ceremonial blade.
Rosalie drew a deep, steadying breath, stepping forward with her head held high despite the tears drying on her cheeks. She extended her right hand. Elder Karl took her slender fingers and brought the edge of the blade against her index finger, making a small, swift nick.
A few dark, crimson drops of blood welled on her fingertip. Elder Karl guided her hand over the artifact, letting the blood fall cleanly onto the smooth, pale surface of the Stone of Truth.
The blood soaked into the milk-white crystal instantly, disappearing beneath the surface like ink in water. A soft, dim hum vibrated through the room, but the stone re
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