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Chapter 48: Star-metal Sword

I walked across the empty street, searching for a blacksmith to repair my broken sword, when I heard two peasants talking. The curiosity got the better of me. I slowly approached the peasants. The taller one knelt immediately, while the smaller one just stood there. He looked at the small one with a gaze, so cold, that he froze. I said nothing. The taller one broke the silence first:    

"Sir, have you heard about the battle between the Yorts and Yearts."

"No," I replied. "When did that happen?"

"Yesterday… about three o'clock… just after lunch," the taller man replied. "It's the talk in the village."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Everyone is talking."

"I bet they do."

"At least they picked a beautiful day," the smaller man said.

"Where was the battle held?" I asked.

"Near, near the old gravestones."

"That place was always sacred."

"It's bad luck to disturb the

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