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... ense, heavy, as if the air were made of molten iron about to cool.
Brokk and Sindri were motionless.
Sapphire, who rarely fell silent, blinked twice, confused by the sudden silence.
Vergil merely watched, arms crossed, as if witnessing the most interesting part of the play.
Brokk finally opened his mouth.
A word came out, drawn out, heavy as a rock thrown downhill:
“…A scythe?”
Sapphire gave a firm nod.
“Yes. A scythe.”
Sile ...
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