“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 can pull elements into them. Things like strands of hair or even other full runes for locating things. Or protecting them. This particular rune was made to protect someone of my father’s bloodline.” “You.” I look up and hand
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