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His cloak, soaked with blood, hung heavily from his shoulders. His deep, dark red eyes surveyed the ruins of the Holy Capital.
It was Michael.
Scattered at his feet were the remnants of what was once called the Papal Palace. One half of the building had completely collapsed; the other half was engulfed in flames.
A spire, partially broken, crumbled amidst the smoke rising into the sky.
Fragments of once-holy stained glass sparkled as they scattered through t ...
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