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... d, movements sharp and precise, like a blade unsheathed.
The cold air bit at his skin, but he welcomed it—it carved away the fog of dreams, leaving only purpose.
Without hesitation, he reached for Bedringer, fastening the worn leather belt around his waist. His fingers brushed the sword's hilt, familiar yet strangely foreign. With a fluid motion, he drew the blade, holding it before him.
It gleamed in the newborn light, immaculate, untouched.
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