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... e still heavy in the air though most of the blossoms had been torn and bruised from Luther’s wrath. Petals scattered across the ground, like remnants of a battlefield.
At the center of it all, the angel knelt.
He was trembling, his once-pristine white robe now wrinkled, filthy, and stuffed with thorny leaves. His blond hair hung in tangles, littered with bits of greenery. A bruise darkened one leg where the vines had gripped and twisted him too tightly. Every breath he took came ...
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