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... ought forward under thick cloth, carried by three armored attendants. The air shifted, and even Mozrael sat up straighter.
The cloth dropped and gasps rippled through the hall.
A black blade rested on velvet, its edge thin as moonlight, but its presence thick with weight. Runes crawled like fireflies across its surface, pulsing with violet heat. Whispers erupted as people started to share their thoughts on the item’s worth.
"From the Ruined Maw..."
"A cursed blade ...
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