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... was plunged once more into that horrible nightmare.
It was a barren battlefield, the ground blackened with battle, and the air pungent with smoke. The wind whistled and blew, sending up a cloud of dust.
Klaus and Elijah stood at opposite ends of the field, like two majestic war-gods. Klaus was dressed in black; his face was cold and angular, like an elaborately carved marble statue, and his green eyes were covered with scarlet threads of blood.
Elijah’s black hair flutter ...
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