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... with morning chill. He carried the new sword at his hip—nineteen silver lighter in his pouch, but the blade felt right: balanced, keen, the faint green rune on the guard catching light when he moved. The Storm Axe hung across his back, heavy and humming faintly, like it remembered the blood it had tasted.
He walked the road to Eldor fast. Two hours passed in silence, boots eating dirt, mind turning over numbers. Thirty silver base for the camp clear, ten extra for the mage’s staff. Fort ...
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