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... s lingered over the table, a spread that looked more like a museum of history than a training rack.
Seax, Shamshir, Falcata, Katana, Saber, Cutlass, Scimitar, Dao, Wakizashi, Rapier... it was an obsessive collection.
My fingers traced the curve of a Falcata, feeling the forward-heavy balance meant for cleaving through bone, before finally settling on a simple Shortsword as I picked it up, admiring the work of art.
"Did you make these all out of wood? By yourself?"
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