“Karys?” My name, so soft and so clear from Dravyn’s lips, startled me; I couldn’t recall him ever calling me anything aside from Sparrow. As I opened the door, my lips curved in a slight smile. “You actually do know my name.” He returned the smile, faintly, stepping inside and offering me what he’d apparently gone to retrieve—a bracelet comprised of glass beads. I took it and held it up to the window for a closer look. The forgelight’s glow ignited the translucent glass, revealing the true depth of colors swirling in each of the beads’ centers. “Your work?” I guessed. He nodded. “And infused
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