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- The pair of them struggled for a second, and then Fidelacchius swept up high, over Karrin’s head. Her expression whitened in horror as she saw the Sword, now gleaming with nothing more than ordinary light.
- Then, guided by Nicodemus’s hands, the ancient Sword came smashing down onto the concrete of the sidewalk, the flat of the blade striking the frozen stone.
- It shattered with a rising shriek of protesting metal, shards flickering in the streetlights. Pieces of the blade went spinning in every direction, sparkling reflected light through the darkness. Karrin stared at it with unbelieving eyes.
- “Ah,” Nicodemus said. The wordless sigh was a slow, deep expression of utter satisfaction.
- Awful silence fell.
- The Sword of Faith was no more.
- Skin Game Chapter 29, Page 237-238
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