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... vered head dangled lifelessly from its grasp.
The others barely dared to move.
It was 112.
Her innocent brown eyes were still open—still staring at him, even in death.
A sickening chill crawled through Lindarion’s gut, twisting his insides.
’No… this can’t be happening.’
The Black King let go.
The head fell with a sickening sound.
THUD.
The dull, wet sound echoed through the vast chamber.
For a moment, there was noth ...
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