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The sound of a hammer striking an anvil rang out repeatedly, symbolizing justice and vengeance. The smith created the Blackthorn, the most powerful sword made by humans. There was a fierce and prolonged battle, with screams and strikes echoing day and night. The fight was intense, with both parties aware that there would be no second chances. The sound of hammer against anvil rang out. Clang! It rang out for justice, and it rang out for vengeance. Clang! Clang! The greatest sword ever crafted for human hands, the smith intoned, his voice a thundering rumble that filled the vast cavern. The Blackthorn! Their fight was long and ferocious. Each of them knew that there would not be another. Their screams and strikes rang out throughout the day and night. The sound of hammer against anvil rang out. Clang! It rang out for justice, and it rang out for vengeance. Clang! Clang! The greatest sword ever crafted for human hands, the smith intoned, his voice a thundering rumble that filled the vast cavern. The Blackthorn! Their fight was long and ferocious. Each of them knew that there would not be another. Their screams and strikes rang out throughout the day and night.