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... > His chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.
His fingers twitched where they had been clenched around his sword hilt for hours.
The joints stiff and aching.
The training dummy across from him was little more than splinters now.
He lifted Zalrielle above his face.
Watching the way the dim lights reflected off its unnatural black steel.
The blade seemed to drink in the light rather than shine. Its surface so dark it looked like a slit in realit ...
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