How many silversmiths are there really left in the world? To think I knew one seemed mythological. When Ned first told me he was a silversmith, I immediately thought of dwarves hammering away in some fantastical mountain forge. I didn’t even know such a skill existed in present day, much less that there were people actually called silversmiths. He might as well have told me he was a wizard. That said, the first time we had s*x was at his apartment and there was no dwarven forge, but there was plenty of his peculiar magic. It was also the night we came up with the idea to make the necklace.
“Why don’t you come over to my place tonight?” he said when he called me. “I got some more pieces here that you should take a look at.” Ned sounded cautious, as if he was thinking about each word, so it
