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polishing the sword in the cellar

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Petunia takes the sword from KA and throws it in the fire. They watch it twist and melt and scream in agony.

"Here," Petunia says and hands the warrior a new sword. A smaller weapon indeed, yet more powerful.

"Let your tears fall on it, not your soul. Free your highly-polished words and let them shine."

"This silver pen will pulverize and mash. They can't take the words away. They can't say it never happened."

The warrior records the crimes with a quick silver slash.