Things that remain

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There were many
rooms in Whitestone Castle, and this one was nothing special; just a
storage room at the end of one of the back corridors, hidden from the
main rooms of the house. It was funny, Vex thought; when she was
always travelling, always on the road, she had known where all her
things were. Here in Whitestone, she had a real home of her own for
the first time in decades, and things kept turning up in unexpected
places.

But there was a
heavy wooden chest there that held old things, simple relics from a
bygone age. Not magical ones, or not in the way that Vex had become
used to speaking of magic. Old things, worn things. Possessions that
had belonged to the person she had used to be, that had somehow
persisted into her new life.

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