Sheathe
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Sheathe
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Sheathe


Until end of turn, creatures that enter the battlefield can't have counters placed on them.
"It's done," she said. She lifted her sword and smoothly sheathed it. Without wiping it clean?
I meant to protest, but before I spoke, she lifted her hand at me. She slowly shook her head. And pushed her way through the snow, back toward the encampment where our commander awaited the news.

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