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Shaltaire's eyes glowed blue with magical power, flashing sparks igniting in the air and dancing along the metal as the silver molded like clay from an unseen force until finally it was complete; a silver stake with a practical handle, good for stabbing.

The little Alfiq then collapsed sideways against Clodagh's feet.