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... iara didn’t even blink.
But she was still.
Too still.
Her gaze studied his face, searching for a bluff, a crack, anything.
But Lor didn’t break, his hazel eyes steady, unyielding.
Then slowly, calmly, he reached into his pocket.
Pulled something out.
And placed it on the table between them.
A small, gleaming crystal—black as night, with fine violet veins running through it.
It pulsed faintly, like a dying heartbeat.
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