As the year turned and the skies grew dark, Jie Chue meditated on corruption.A worthy subject, as he deemed it; one does not understand a thing without touching it at the core. Very well, so should it be. A month and a day did he consider this.In the darkest nights of winter, the smith returned to the forge and brought forth a blackened talon. This, he mused upon; then gifted the blade to a
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