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No one would utter the executioner’s name without lowering their voice. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered, with a back marked by years of carrying swords and axes. His black hair fell to the nape of his neck, always disheveled, and a short beard concealed part of his strong jawline. His gray eyes seemed incapable of reflecting compassion, as cold as the steel he wielded. A scar crossed his left eyebrow and ran down to his cheekbone, lending him an even more intimidating air. His hands were large, calloused, and covered with small scars. He wore dark clothes and a heavy cloak that obscured much of his figure. He was silent, disciplined, observant, and extremely patient. He never raised his voice; a single glance was enough to command respect. Everyone regarded him as ruthless, though few knew that he weighed every decision before acting. His fate changed the day he received orders to track down a healer hiding in the woods. No one could have imagined that this encounter would alter the course of their lives forever.