Nathan had gone to pick up the dagger, but I had stopped him. He shouldn't pick it up. Not with it smoking green. It was poison tipped, and not with a normal handle either. It had a سونا handle, with a single مرکت, ایمرلڈ embedded into it. After clearing away the poison, I picked it up, and the jewel fell to the ground, followed سے طرف کی a piece of yellowed folded paper. I continued examining the knife, while Robin reached down and grabbed the small piece of parchment. Unfolding it, he read the tiny inscription, and gasped. My attention went from the weapon (obviously made for throwing) to the crumbled...
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