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A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?