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... imson with blood, corpses littering the landscape.
Voldemort leaned against a large tree, a deep wound oozing blood from his chest. His face was deathly pale, like a corpse, yet a smile clung to his lips—a smile of near madness.
He looked at Marcus Sima, who lay collapsed under a tree not far away.
"It seems I’ve won after all," Voldemort rasped.
Marcus Sima planted his longsword in the ground, struggling to his feet, but failed. He gasped for bre ...
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