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... s, casting soft pools of light across the clearing. Nobles and dignitaries formed a wide circle around the open space, their whispers creating a constant murmur like wind through leaves.
Grim stood at one edge of the clearing, watching as the elderly man approached with a sheathed sword. It was a simple weapon with a plain hilt and guard, lacking the ornamentation typical of noble blades. Yet something about it commanded attention. Perhaps the way the old man handled it with casual rever ...
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