“And that material is what, exactly?” Millie giggled. “The stuff of stars,” she whispered, almost mockingly, and Nova realized that she must have seen some of Nova’s conversation with Adrian as they discussed the impossible star in his jungle. She bristled. She knew it wasn’t a star. Stars were suns, billions of light-years away. This was a fancy marble. But what was she supposed to call it? “You seem skeptical,” said Millie. Cradling the bracelet in one hand, she bent down and picked up her wine with the other. “Tell me, Miss Artino. Are you familiar with the Monteith Theory of Prodigy
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