Chapter 77
Then Halle was wandering again. A bunch of wheat—home—and rose petals, a different feeling of home, collected on the counter. The last thing—something to hold—was the hardest to find. She spent far too long going from case to case looking at this or that. In the end, it was a fine silver chain that was draped out of a halfway closed jewelry box that caught her eye. Halle slid open the glass of the case and pulled lightly on the chain. It was a simple, silver pocket watch that was designed to be worn around the neck. Halle stared at it closely. The links were oddly familiar. It reminded her of Derek’s, she realized. “This ... this is what I will hold.” Halle walked back over to the woman. “An interesting spread.” The Firebearer sounded amused. “Come.” Vi carried the burning goods into an
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