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Chapter 2: The Glass Coffins
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... wept relentlessly across the surface.
His cheek pressed against the ground, trying to keep the blood from spilling out of his freshly torn belly.
His sword was planted just in front of his eyes, forcing him to watch himself slowly die in the reflection of its sharpened blade.
"I’m done, man..." thought Akram.
The corpses of his companions surrounded him—limbs torn off, heads severed, their last expressions frozen in terror...Yet the clash still raged on: the crash ...
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