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Infernal Blade – Part 01

In the darkness of night, in a dark, isolated corner of an alley, a vagrant lay dying.

The Independent Trade City was warm even at night, as it always was this time of year. But despite the warmth, his body shivered violently beneath layers of filthy rags, as if caught in the dead of winter. His hoarse throat jutted forward, his Adam’s apple sharp as a blade under his skin. His arms and bony shoulders, peeking through the gaps of his ragged clothing, were hauntingly emaciated.

His left hand was missing three fingers—his pinky, ring, and middle.

“…”

He was starving. His eyes were dull and clouded, his grimy body splayed out on the cold, unforgiving ground. His trembling eventually ceased. He was barely alive. Clinging to life by the thinnest thread, he waited for death to come.

The city buzzed with life in preparation for the upcoming fair. Lively voices echoed in the