The Last Emberblade

carried was old and frayed, and the roads had changed-e

it felt when it roared out of him, like it

crunching on the frost-covered path

ould feel it in his bones-an ache in his shoulders, a tightne

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t turn. "Y

ints behind ours.

once. "Not

is said. "

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on either side, a frozen stream running through the center. It was

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with the mask said. His voice was oddl

an eyebrow.

s the Emberblade, and

Then laughed once,

, wrong bo

at fire of yours... it's noisy. You'll have

the man with th

ed him to the ground with a speed that didn't mat

the sword this time.

explosion. No

his hand like a whip-and with a flick of his wrist, it shot forw

back. "You've learned," he

ing I don't kno

ridge, dragging the dagger-wielder wit

off his coat. "You didn't burn half

at his hand, where the flame had curled.

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