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... d marble floor of the royal palace.
The severed head in his hand hung lifelessly by its long, blood-soaked white hair. Its face, frozen in terror, seemed almost to mock him. Disgust twisted his features as he flung the head into the corner with a grunt, then wiped the sweat and grime from his face with the back of his hand.
He had been fighting for so long that he had lost track of the days.
The war seemed endless, stretching into a haze of bloodshed and carnage. Yet, des ...
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