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... e last possible moments, launching one another at the living's, or so it appeared for a split instant, they never clashed, the ghoul lord twisting his body as though he was made of papier-mache, destroying his own momentum and dropping to the ground, sinking into the soil like a fish thrown into the water.
As for the vampire lord, he dispersed into a cloud of foetid blood, utterly gone as this mist of crimson washed up against the Bough's shield, leaving small holes against the surface, ...
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