It was an empty shrine, too old, too tired to survive the night's long vigil and shock of battle-an empty shrine, but not marred, not touched by hurt or evil. The Thing Of Darkness had left no shadow in the calm sightless eyes, no lines of terror or dismay on the peaceful worn old face; only deep exhaustion. A victor fallen at the goal.
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