"A farmer," says Kaz, barely restraining a roll of his eyes. "Martyred.
And where his blood spilled, flowers grew." He studies the coins in his
hand and then tucks them away in their pouches to await Inej's approval.
"Do you want to hold them? One of them, anyway..."
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Date: 2020-04-28 08:42 am (UTC)"A farmer," says Kaz, barely restraining a roll of his eyes. "Martyred. And where his blood spilled, flowers grew." He studies the coins in his hand and then tucks them away in their pouches to await Inej's approval. "Do you want to hold them? One of them, anyway..."