Blade of the Astral Gardener

The old man smiled as he held the blade up to the starlight. The years they had spent together had been tumultuous, yes, but the blade had been reliable.
A low growl and the sound of scraping thorns turned his attention back to the shifting thicket.
"Once more, old friend," he said, standing slowly, "let us tend to the garden."

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