The scent of the leather and the feel of the cold steel transported her back in time. “But Daddy, why can’t I have a sword and a scabbard? Dillon and Than have one and look, I can lift it above my head, too.” Kyla chuckled because she hadn’t lifted it above her head; she’d barely lifted the broadsword off the floor. But Cranach was always supportive. He’d told her, “Someday, little one… someday you will be a great warrior just like your brothers.

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