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... denly raised himself off the bed more like jolted up with a stretched, relaxed motion, and an actual happy smile on his face.
A genuine one. Rare enough to look unnatural on him.
In his right hand, the black sword rested inside its new sheath sleek, dark, beautiful.
Yeah... he had somehow convinced Tongue to make him a proper sheath for the sword too. And now it hung in his grip like some forbidden treasure wrapped in shadows.
He was just about to move his legs of ...
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