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... himmered with shifting hues—at one angle a cool silver, at another, a faint undertone of jade and crimson sparks, remnants of the flames that had birthed it. The edge was so fine that even his sharpened senses could not catch its limit; it seemed less like metal and more like a line carved between heaven and earth.
When he tilted the weapon slightly, it hummed. A deep, resonant tone, neither harsh nor sharp, but dignified—like the low voice of an ancient elder acknowledging its place in ...
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