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... eir complaints won’t kill them."
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He rewrapped his spear with care. Each strip of leather went exactly where it belonged, following the pattern his father had taught him on his tenth birthday.
The ritual provided comfort. A tangible connection to home and to the weathered man with scarred hands who had taught him that a weapon’s true worth lay not in how much gold it cost or how pretty its decorations. It lay in the hands that wielded it.
A masterwork blade in ...
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