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... n stood on the cracked stones of an abandoned shrine, where the air was heavy with rotting incense and forgotten prayers. A ring of dead trees surrounded the ruin like twisted sentinels. His black sword, Mournfang, pulsed faintly in his grasp—its core responding to the scent of corrupted blood.
The Remnant was near.
This one was different. Not mindless. Not entirely.
He crouched, fingertips grazing the dirt. A single drop of silver blood still shimmered in the moonlight, ...
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