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The Elven warrior stayed close to the wall so that she would not lose her bearings in the dark. The cross at her neck gave off a sickly yellow glow, its magic diluted by the magic barrier in the tunnels. She could see no further than her outstretched hand. Her sword poised for action, and a fist clenched in fury, she swore that she would avenge her lover-even if it meant her own death.
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