I stared up at the sky and the pale light of morning that was threatening to chase away the dark. The battle had been fought hard, and I was at the other side of it, broken but victorious. Even now I could feel my life force leaving me, painting these lands beneath my body with my blood. Pain lanced through my body, and even breathing was difficult, made more so by the poison slowly seeping into my blood. These would be my last breaths, and at that moment I could only wish for more time.
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