Arad Chronicle: The Ghostblade Is Reborn

Lin En dragged his exhausted body through a narrow alley. The forge in the blacksmith's shop had nearly gone dark, and the air was thick with the smell of coal and rust. He was seventeen this year, and across his thin shoulders he carried a long object wrapped in coarse cloth: a sword, an unsharpened iron sword, the only keepsake his father had left him.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.