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Something needs to be.
Frightened that she might change her mind if she considered the matter longer, she held forth the elfstones and willed them to life. It had a large silk cross sewn in the center of it.
He turned, expecting to see the three of them come out of the fog and the brambles, but all he had heard was the rising breeze rattling the bamboo a quarter of a mile or so. Had she forgotten.