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She turned to Livia. “Show me yours.”

The church howled. Livia screamed. But the petrified oak did not shake, and Judge Thorne did not flinch. the judge

“Kael,” she said softly, “did you ever touch this cup?” She turned to Livia

Kael stood. He was young, his hands stained with rust from his water-pipes, his voice raw. “Your Honor, I don’t have the cup. I don’t even know what a star’s tear looks like. I sell water for two coppers a jug. I carry a clay pitcher, not a relic.” ” she said softly

She placed the law-stone back on its pedestal.