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Chapter 10: The First Blade
Author: Felix
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The trees closed in thick around Garrick within the first few hours of walking, the forest floor uneven beneath boots that had never once left palace stone before today. He kept moving anyway, one hand resting on the black sword at his hip like it might vanish if he let go of it too soon.

The sun was still climbing. He hadn't gone far enough yet to feel safe, and some part of him doubted he ever would again.

"How far do I need to go before this stops feeling like they're right behind me?" he as
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