Nothing that could possibly contain any quicksilver. Not that I— My mind stilled. Oh. By the gods, but she did have quicksilver on her body. I hadn’t noticed it before, but her tiny earrings flashed in the pre-dawn light, didn’t they? Simple. Plain. The metal was cast into flowers, their petals pointed upward like tiny daggers. “You aren’t supposed to be here.” I leaned closer to inspect the earrings. We are, we are, we are, came the quicksilver’s indignant response. Always have been. “And how am I supposed to open a gate when there’s so little of you?” I asked. I reached for the metal in
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