Embers in Dying Flames
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The room was silent from that point on and there was no sign that a third party had ever set foot in the dark room with a small, flickering candle dancing shadows through the air illuminating a dirty deed to be discovered on the morrow with the rising sun in morning.
Their journey into the dark was only the beginning.
She stared at the sword resting in the open glass case. It called to her. She siezed it by the hilt and light illuminated around her.
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