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- “How many?” he said quietly, his hand closing round Moonbrand’s grip. He paused, deciding against withdrawing the blade from its scabbard. The enchanted weapon shone like a torch on even the darkest night: the last thing he wanted to do was alert their enemy to the fact that they were wise to their movements.
- B4 P4 C5
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