Some of the tightness in her chest loosening, Celaena pulled the riddle from her pocket and read it aloud. When she was done, Yellowlegs slowly turned her head to Celaena, her voice low and rough. “Where did you find that?” Celaena shrugged. “Give me the answer and I might tell you. What sort of objects does this riddle describe?” “Wyrdkeys,” Yellowlegs breathed, eyes glowing. “It describes the three Wyrdkeys to open the Wyrdgate.” Cold slithered down Celaena’s spine, but she said, with more bravado than she felt, “Tell me what they are—the Wyrdkeys, the Wyrdgate. For all I know, you might be
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