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As difficult as it was for Bedivere to admit, the "love of his life" elicited an involuntary sigh of admiration from him:
-What a beautiful weapon, what grace... if I believed in reincarnation, I would say that the craftsman who made it was a jeweler in his past life...
Bedivere stood frozen, admiring the weapon.
-What a beautiful weapon, what grace... if I believed in reincarnation, I would say that the craftsman who made it was a jeweler in his past life...
Bedivere stood frozen, admiring the weapon.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?