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... t hue of silver. Dawn approached slowly, like a diplomat uncertain of her welcome. The valley, cradled between the cliffs of Reuven and the fields claimed by the Black Crown, stood still. Even the wind withheld its voice.
Thalen stood in his armor, gauntlets loose at his sides. His fingers traced the leather binding of the Blade That Breaks. It was sheathed now, but its weight sang beneath his ribs a reminder that this day would shift the course of more than a war.
A parley. The ...
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