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... the sword whispered:
"Come find me."
But gave him no map.
No guide.
Just the echo. The rhythm. The hum.
And he—he wanted it.
He wanted it like oxygen.
Not for glory.
Not to rival Rowen.
Not even to prove Gerald wrong.
But because somewhere, deep in that chaotic, sharpened mess he called a soul—
Lucavion wanted ...
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