They match. [ He's snagged the ring from the air, raises it to the light. The statement's matter-of-fact, but there's a new tension in his expression, the set of his jaw. Rust brings the ring almost to his lips, as if for a kiss: blows on the stone, holding it up to study it.
For the first time he turns his back to her, striding to the door and testing the handle. It gives, but he leaves it be. He turns to her—Sam—and casts a sharp look around the room. His voice, though, is thoughtful. ] What makes you say that? That they couldn't.
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For the first time he turns his back to her, striding to the door and testing the handle. It gives, but he leaves it be. He turns to her—Sam—and casts a sharp look around the room. His voice, though, is thoughtful. ] What makes you say that? That they couldn't.