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... ed to a crawl. The raindrops suspended in the air were no longer water; they were static obstacles, frozen in time.
I was no longer holding a sword. I was gripping a dying star.
Valeria was screaming.
It wasn't a metaphor, nor was it the sound of wind shearing against the edge. The physical steel of the blade was vibrating at a frequency so high it produced a shrill, piercing shriek that drowned out the thunder of the storm. The high-grade mithril alloy, forged by the gre ...
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