We manage to leave the cemetery without further incident, though Andrew had to haul me out of the ground because pulling your entire body up a rope is a lot harder than it might seem.
I really need to exercise more. Running, I can do. Anything involving strength, not so much.
I frown at my phone, completely devoid of notifications or help, as usual. Thanks for all your freaking help, Caeriel.
The coin sits heavy in my palm and I turn it over for what already feels like the hundredth time, tracing the worn edge with my fingertip. There's something about it, a latent energy inside. I can't sense it the way I sense arcana, but I can feel it in the form of static electricity and an unnatural coolness against my skin.
"Never see a half-dollar before?" Andrew asks curiously.
It's not a half-dollar, but that's all he can see when I show it to him. He doesn't see how it's actually a gold coin, hammered some time long ago. The etchings are too worn to make out.
