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A Dance of Blades

A Dance of Death


THE PALADINS


Night of Wolves

Clash of Faiths

The Old Ways






Part One





Prologue


The room was dark and plain, a strange combination for a supposed holy place.

“Take my hand, child,” Aresh said. He stood inside the doorway, the noisy streets of Veldaren behind him. His polished armor shone bright, and the chainmail beneath the large sections of plate clinked from the movement of his outstretched arm.

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