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A blade left unused, its scabbard long gone. The rings on the hilt jangle loosely as it moves. Once cherished …

A blade left unused, its scabbard long gone. The rings on the hilt jangle loosely as it moves. Once cherished by a certain general, it was passed from hand to hand before finally being left by the roadside.

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