sprint— She needed more power. The eight-pointed star at her feet glimmered. As if her magic had nudged something within it. Like embers flaring in stirred ashes. What if her star hadn’t been guiding her to the knowledge, but to something … different? Something tangible. Like calls to like. To you, in this very stone, Silene had said, I leave the inheritance and the burden that my own mother passed to me.
