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... lly steady voice.
"There’s no way that’s an F-rank sword." she said again, her eyes narrowing at the black blade in my imposter’s hand.
I coughed, the taste of iron flooding my mouth as blood slipped past my lips.
My throat burned, but I forced my voice out. "It was an F-rank sword." Slowly, shakily, I pushed myself to my feet, planting my heavy sword into the stone for balance.
My eyes locked on the other me, holding Bloodraven like it was born with it.
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