The Distant Whispers

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The iron gates of the Blackwood Foundry groaned open. They smelled of rust and cold rain. You stood on the other side. Your brother was waiting in the shadows. He did not wave. He did not smile. He just watched you. You walked forward. The gravel crunched under your boots. It was a sound like breaking teeth. You had come to return the blade. It was a long, curved thing, forged from the best...

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