After I died, my bones became the sword in his hand.
Little did he know that I rarely exercised while I was alive, and I’d developed osteoporosis at a young age.
The sword forged from my bones was sharp enough, but it lacked resilience.
The very first time he used me, someone lopped off his head.
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