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TOM AND IRONSKIN
we won’t pay for any old rubbish.”
Dad’s eyes glittered. “Yes, sire.”
Hork clambered down from his horse, his
large bottom swinging as he staggered to the ground. “Show me.”
Tom unpacked a sword. But as he did so, he felt a strange sensation. It was as if he could see the face from the fire again, but in his mind, now. It seemed to float in front of him. The sword handle suddenly felt unpleasant, almost clammy. And the oily pattern on its blade seemed sinister, and slithery like, like—
“Come on, boy!” snapped Hork.
Tom blinked, and handed the sword over,
and Hork gave it some practice sweeps, one
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