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... mmediately. "What in god’s name did you do to this poor weapon?"
"Ah, this," Ludwig said, letting out a rueful smile. He turned the blade in his hand so its battered profile caught the pale light. "For a sword to sustain five years of constant fighting against the Wrathful Death, it did pretty damn well... which brings me to ask, I hope you still have friendly relation with the blacksmith that adjusted Durandal..."
"I still do," Joana answered aloud, though her thoughts curled in ...
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