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Fragments of stars are rare and precious. Their telltale glow dots the landscape after the sun sets; a glittering golden pillar, stretching into the sky. Link keeps them by his side.
They don’t weigh him down. They’re as light as a feather. He can’t bring himself to sell them or use them in elixirs—he did nab a lantern one day from a merchant near Outskirt Stable, and tried to see if it could fit a fragment. It worked, but the glass walls muted its shine, so Link took it out. He never needed a lantern. Travelers hang them on their packs, but Link gets by in the night just fine.