Malshash raised an eyebrow. “It’s your ring.” Davian shook his head. “I’ve never seen it before. It’s not mine.” The ring was distinctive; he’d certainly know if he’d ever owned something so fine. “Ah. Then it will be,” said Malshash with a slight shrug. Davian scowled. “How is that possible? How can something be important to me if I’ve never even seen it before?” Malshash shrugged again. “Remember, you were outside of time when it drew you. There was no future, no past. When it is important to you is not relevant. At some point it will be.” Davian stared at him for a few seconds. “I think I’m
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