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... web of lies about sleepwalking or a sudden craving for pickled eggs, but Syris raised his hand.
"Do not," he said softly.
He reached into the folds of his sheer sash and pulled out a small, rectangular object. He held it up to the dim light of the fire. It was silver, scratched, and covered in dried, black mud.
It was her Survival Lighter.
Ren’s breath hitched. ’I dropped it. When I lit the fire.’
"Viper brought this to me," Syris said, turning the object ...
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