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titleThe Dying Lord/title
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pIt was cold, far colder than anyone should endure, white flakes spinning endlessly above the icy streets… but she was out on the streets, clad in a light shirt and pants, nothing more to protect her from the bitter cold… she stumbled, fell into the snow, but she was too stiff to get up… she was going to die, that much was clear… a figure cloaked in black stood above her… he pointed a long, slender stick at her and blue light shot from it… she wasn't so cold anymore… was this dying?/body
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