“Have you ever channeled a metal’s energy before?” I narrowed my eyes at him, insides twisting. “What do you mean?” “If you’d done it, you wouldn’t need to ask. You’d already know,” he said flatly. I thought about it. All of the times I’d made Elroy’s tools hum. That spinning blade on my dead mother’s dining table. The guardian’s gauntlet, when I’d slammed it down on top of the wall—how its vibrations had made the grains of quartz in the sand dance. How I’d turned Harron’s dagger into a river of molten silver and steel. “All right, then.” I met Kingfisher’s steely gaze. I didn’t blink. “Yes. I
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