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... tion—but seized it all the same.
The moment the ward-sealed door hissed open and the light of the enchantments spilled over his form, the air in the room shifted. Not from heat. Not from pressure. From recognition.
The runes along the walls flickered.
The forge flame bent ever so slightly toward him.
And the blade—still nestled on the anvil like a relic awaiting war—seemed to resonate.
Not loudly. Not visually.
But with a hush. As if the weapon its ...
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