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In the kingdom of Eldrid, where the sun kissed the earth and the moon danced with the stars, there lived a knight named Sir Reginald of the Rusted Shield. He was known throughout the land for his bravery, his honor, and his unfortunate luck with weaponry.
You see, Sir Reginald had a peculiar problem: every sword he wielded seemed to break at the most inopportune moments. His armory was filled with the shattered remains of his once-mighty blades, and his reputation as a warrior was beginning to falter