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The spell ends early if you drop or stow the morningstar. Once used, this property of the weapon can't be used again until the next dusk.

They were promised a glorious death; an honorable war with their names carved in legend, steel on steel, and strength matched to strength. And on those words they slept, awaiting their wondrous dawn.

But blood brokers no glory. Even as the sun was dragged back into the sky, it rose red and shadowed. Hope and bone alike were crushed beneath a darkness deeper than death itself.

They never saw a true morning, as the shade gave way to a light that revealed only shattered corpses. But when night falls again, the land will dream of their pain and sacrifices.

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