she was already tracing the swirling letters he’d asked the jeweler in Antica to engrave on the front. She turned it over to the back— Yrene put a hand to her throat, right over that scar. “Mountains. And seas,” she whispered. “So you never forget that you climbed them and crossed them. That you—only you—got yourself here.” She let out a small, soft laugh—a sound of pure joy. He couldn’t let himself identify the other sound within it. “I bought it,” Chaol clarified instead, “so you could keep whatever it is you always carry in your pocket inside. So you don’t have to keep moving it from dress
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