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#swordoftruth
The birthplace of weapons. The backbone of wars. No sound but the throes of steel. In fires that burn, unending. Shaped by the beating of the blacksmith. Each stroke, manifesting his will. To forge the weapon of prophecy; The sword to lead us to victory. Bathed in the blood of its enemies.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
The Forge