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... the jewel of the western continent, now turned into a butcher’s yard.
The dead lay everywhere, sprawled on the tiles, slumped against gilded walls, and piled in heaps at the base of stairways.
Bodies were trampled underfoot, faces frozen in the moment of horror when steel or axe had torn them apart from their feeble life. Marble, once polished to a blinding white, was crimson and wet with blood and strewn with entrails, so that red prints and the drag of torn limbs marked each st ...
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