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- He stepped around the pool of blood--which was seeping down the inclined dungeon floor--and moved into the guard room. The three guards lay dead. One of them sat in a chair. Nightblood, still mostly sheathed, had been rammed through the man’s chest. About an inch of a dark black blade was visible beneath the silver sheath.
- Vasher carefully slid the weapon fully back into is sheath. He did up the clasp.
- I did very well today, a voice said in his mind.
- Vasher didn’t respond to the sword.
- I killed them all, Nightblood continued. Aren’t you proud of me?
- Vasher picked up the weapon, accustomed to its unusual weight, and carried it in one hand. He recovered his duffle and slung it over his shoulder.
- I knew you’d be impressed, Nightblood said, sounding satisfied.
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