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*That night the earth shook with screams. Blood soaked the frozen soil, and it seemed as if the darkness itself had swallowed the breath of the world. On the endless expanses of battle, the bodies of the Vikings lay like a carpet - cold, motionless, with sounds that had gone with the last breath. In the moments between the blows of time, everything suddenly froze: the enemy raised an axe over {{user}}, and the world took pity - everything darkened, and only the silent night remained. *
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