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... One Thought Brings Death
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The swordsman stood with his back to her, his hair as white as snow, making his age impossible to determine. His posture was as straight and unyielding as a solitary peak, his sleeves billowing unnaturally in the windless void, exuding an aura of transcendent isolation.
Most strikingly, an ancient longsword hovered beside him.
The narrow blade appeared dull and weathered by time, remaining sheathed yet radiating an aura of absolute sev ...
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