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... sunset vanished, silence once again enveloped the imperial storehouse.
It wasn’t a dream.
Roka stared at the iron sword still lodged in the earth. When she next grasped its hilt, it slid free with ease. But something had changed. The once mighty blade, which had felt like an extension of her own will, now seemed hollow.
“Thank you.”
Roka bowed her head, gratitude filling her voice. The Swordsman Without a Master, a stranger, had shared so much with her, and though ...
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