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TOM AND IRONSKIN
supper in silence. Tom knew Mum and Dad were worried about money, and Tom was thinking about the face in the fire.
What was happening? That strangeness with the swords, what had that been? After Hork had left, Tom had returned to the smithy, and tried the other swords his dad had made, but they felt fine. Only the dragonswords had seemed wrong...
There was a knock at the door, and Dad answered it.
It was the young man, Malik. He wore a dark cloak, wrapped tight round him.
“Good evening,” he said. “I wondered if I might have a word?”
Dad frowned. “What about?” he asked
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