I had spent the past hour painstakingly engraving words down the very center of the blade. Words that would hopefully bode well for both the weapon and the warrior who bore it, and badly for those who found themselves at its sharp end. By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead. “Incredible,” Fisher said breathlessly. His eyes found mine, and they shone with amazement. “Can I hold it?” Lorreth asked hopefully. “Go ahead.” He lifted it, eyes lit with reverence. Inexplicably, my throat closed up at the sight of him holding the weapon. He ran his finger along its edge, barely
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