on its front.
Borrowed time. It had all been borrowed
time.
The gold sealing the amulet melted away in
her hands, hissing as it dropped onto the icy
dirt. With a twist, she pulled apart the two
sides of the amulet.
The unearthly reek of the third key hit her,
beckoning. Whispered in languages that did
not exist in Erilea and never would.
Aelin only dumped the sliver of Wyrdkey
into Dorian’s awaiting hand. It clinked against
the other two, and the sound might have
echoed into eternity, into all worlds.
Dorian shuddered, Chaol and Rowan
flinching.
Aelin just pocketed the two halves of the
amulet. A piece of Terrasen to take with her.
Wherever they were about to go.
Aelin met Rowan’s stare one last time. Saw
lily
(lily)
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