Cyrus reached into his pocket, then uncurled his fist, within which sat the nosta the Diviners had found hidden on Alizeh’s body. Weeks ago they’d delivered this magical object to Cyrus, and though the discovery had been a shock, it had also comforted him to know that so long as she’d possessed it, she might’ve known he was trustworthy. He finally looked at Hazan. “She got this from you, didn’t she?” Hazan held very still, though panic flit in and out of his eyes. “Where did you get that?” “I might ask you the same question,” said Cyrus. “Considering this is mine.”
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