The Blacksmith’s Daughter

The blacksmith hands his gift to his daughter.

She touches the spell crystal set in its cross-guard. “It’s supposed to be on a wand tip.”

“Wizard wands are obvious,” he says, “daggers aren’t. Plus, you can cut steak and stab orcs with it.”

“I love you, Dad.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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