United, Last of All

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Upon the left he arises. Somber and brooding the shadow perceives. Opened up and deformed she clashes, ideas two and nine. Hissing, red streaks burst out from his now open chest. Brilliant fire, of license he has none. She could not decipher this grave mystery as he fell. Upon the glowing orbs his ashes inhabit, to be found only by beings of pure inheritance.

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