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... undling wheels of the wagon that I was certain carried my prone body.
Now and then, I heard urgent and even desperate screams and orders ringing out in the cold winter air. I held onto my shattered Mana Heart, constantly testing its energies. That last moment upon the battlefield, borne upon a Lancer’s mount, replayed itself endlessly within my mind.
I saw my uncle, surrounded by Orcs, as he took a last stand to save his castle. I saw the people who had willingly sacrificed themselve ...
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