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... sphere was suffocating.
The faint candlelight flickered uncertainly, distorting the shadows of those present into grotesque forms.
Count Eriv stood with a grave expression beside the bed, his eyes tightly locked on his gravely injured, unconscious old friend, filled with deep concern and care.
Baron Balfe, lying on the bed, was pale as paper, his eyes tightly shut, and his usually firm face was now mildly twisted with pain.
The massive wound on his chest was shock ...
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