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... ed ink mixed with stardust. The corpses of Nightmare — no, Noble Creatures, as Herta had called them, lay scattered in grotesque elegy. They were beautiful in a terrifying sense — shaped like wolves sculpted of ivory and gold, armored in crystalline plates, each movement graceful even while trying to rip him apart.
And those who were equal to him in Rank were not Fallen, but Ascended, instead.
How very strange.
Sunny stood swaying among their remains, breathing hard. Desp ...
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