Rebirth
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Filth. Blood. Gore.
The stuff drenched him until he no longer knew where the grime ended and he began. So long as he fought, he lived. Nock, draw, release. He glanced up, a foul darkness covered the sky where the sun should be or had blood marred his vision? Unsheathe, parry, thrust - his blade found its way home again
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