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“A precarious smile crept onto Dracula's cheeks. "I wanted to shout it out to the entire world: how I was wronged. But I found that no one really cared. Such is injustice. Such is the world. Pretenders to compassion." "You alone wronged yourself. Too blinded by the darkness." "My entire life, I have felt betrothed to darkness. Perhaps a little light would have been nice," the Impaler whispered as his soul vanished from his eyes. Light fell from the clouds, and as the sun ascended the sky, Vlad's corpse caught aflame. Soon, he became ash; forgotten, withered, and whisked away by the wind.”

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Book:The Incarnate
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