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"She stands bareheaded on a battlefield of corpses, black hair wild and tangled, her steel armor smeared with gore and dust. Her bust rises against the dented breastplate, golden trims cracked but still gleaming in patches of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. A bloodied axe hangs loose in her hand, dripping onto the trampled earth. Around her, broken spears and shattered shields jut from the ground like bones, the stench of smoke and iron filling the air." fmlas-mk.2
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