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- A stooped old man in a cloak toddled inside, tapping his way with a cane. A grimy rag bound his eyes.
- “Inn’s closed,” said a soldier near the door. “Who let you in?”
- “I always eat here midmorning,” replied a raspy voice belligerently. “They give me fish.”
- The soldier who had spoken walked toward the hunched figure.
- “Not today, codger. Imperial business. Out you go.”
- The old man tore the blindfold away, dropped the walking stick, and drew a sleek sword that gleamed like a mirror. The same motion that produced the blade delivered a lethal slash to the unprepared soldier.
- Chapter 25
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