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... soaked marble. The clangor of steel and cries of death still hung in the castle air, a sharp-tasting reminder of the devastation that had devastated Maranaqua. His armor clinked softly as he moved, spattered with the lives he could not salvage, with the ghosts that would accompany him.
King Marcus stood at the opposite end of the hall, his silhouette a splintered, battered form against the leaping torches. He stood on his massive sword, the blade torn and smeared with ichor, his breathin ...
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