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"The Axe of Tharkas, it says," repeated Hildy. "Crafted
by the god Reorx in honor of the great peace among
dwarves. Its magnificence shall last -" Hildy looked softly
at Flint, sympathy welling in her eyes before she concluded,
"- until it is used by a dwarf to shed a dwarf's blood."
In the courtyard, now full of the stillness and death that
follows war, the sheet of foil caught the wind and fluttered
away.
Epilogue
Hillhome became a ghost town in less than a week
What the battle had left standing had been leveled by the
earthquake. Not a single family had escaped losing at least
one member in the Battle of Hillhome, and most of them
wanted to start anew elsewhere in the hillcountry, where the
memories would fade more easily with time.
Diehards, like the Fireforges, whose families had been in
the village since before the Cataclysm and whose homes had
been at least partially spared from the devastation, chose to
stay around and rebuild their town as best they could.
Though her brewery was destroyed, Hildy stayed behind
with Basalt and the promise of a life together
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