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... clinging to his damp skin, water dripping from his arms as he moved. He almost didn't acknowledged the injury in his arm. But because of the fresh body he felt lighter, his skin free from the weight of months' worth of dirt and dried blood. It was strange—he hadn't realized just how much filth had built up on him until it was gone.
As he approached, he handed the broadsword to Idin with the hilt first. "Here," Amukelo said, nodding slightly. "Thanks."
Idin took the sword, examin ...
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