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... and a grip wrapped in ordinary leather. No gilded pommel. No ceremonial etching. The kind of blade one might overlook in a soldier’s rack.
But then the light caught the runes.
They seemed dormant—until they weren’t. They flickered faintly as if each breath in the room pulled at them.
Whispers began emerging. At first, it was quiet, as if amongst one another. But slowly, they started becoming louder and louder.
"That’s a soul binding mechanism—"
"Impossible ...
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