“Incredible,” Fisher said breathlessly. His eyes found mine, and they shone with amazement. “Can I hold it?” Lorreth asked hopefully. “Go ahead.” He lifted it, eyes lit with reverence. Inexplicably, my throat closed up at the sight of him holding the weapon. He ran his finger along its edge, barely touching his fingertips to the steel before hissing, pulling his hand back again. “Gods, you only need to look at the damned thing and it cuts.” He popped his index finger into his mouth, sucking on it. For the first time since we left the map room, the quicksilver spoke, and its voice was no longer
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