Liam and Sloane’s mom. I take the palm-size stone and study the intricate lines of the rune. “It had to have been giant when she tempered it.” “I assume so. She must have collapsed it to fit when placing them into the stones.” “Stones?” I look up at him. “As in more than one?” “A hundred and seven,” he answers, watching me with expectation. The marked ones. He wants me to ask. “What does it do?” I rub my thumb over the blackened design. “Did. It’s a protection rune, but it was only intended to be used once.” He runs his hand through his damp hair and pauses. “As you get better with runes, you
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