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The Scar of the Sword

I quickly looked around, knowing I had to find a way out of there. I heard footsteps coming closer to me with angry shouts included. I lept up and raced to a small room, covered with sheer blankets and hot candles.
I looked down at my arm and saw the scar at the worst its ever been. That proved to me that the sword was, indeed, in this very room.

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