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... tall dark shadows in the fire resembling ghosts, their limbs as segmented as bamboo bugs, and the executioner draped in black chain mail headgear, with eye sockets like black whirlpools.
He wielded an iron axe with a handle three meters long,
already swinging it towards his face.
He had no choice but to become a desperado, just as everyone... in the end,
had no choice but to die.
Great Wetland waystation’s inn.
Liszt awoke abruptly from the nightm ...
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