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Three feet long, three fingers wide, its cold edge catches the light, sharp enough to split a falling hair. It…

Three feet long, three fingers wide, its cold edge catches the light, sharp enough to split a falling hair. It was once a hero's sword, honed to cut through solid iron. Yet in the end, it was the very thing that sealed the hero's fate.

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