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... with old pennies. That metallic, rusty smell of blood that had been sitting around for hours.
Sir Cassiel stood up slowly from where he had been kneeling over the dead children. He did not look anything like the shining hero from those golden murals on the walls anymore.
He looked like what happens when you hollow out a person completely, scoop out everything inside them, and leave nothing behind but an empty shell wearing armor and carrying five thousand years of regrets.
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