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... embedded in the hilt of a dagger at her side. A chill ran down my spine as I felt the potency of her weapon, matching, if not surpassing, Drevolan's sword. As she stood, the dagger was concealed in the swirl of her cloak, leaving only the ghostly pallor of her face and her wolf-like, glinting eyes visible to me.
Evidently attempting to create a familiar setting for me, she allowed the room to grow brighter. It was then that I saw the lifeless body of Ignar on the floor before me. His th ...
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