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When will he strike again? He broke through the forest bushes, trees, creeks, and wandering travelers. He jumped of his graceful, mighty stead. Holding his sword in hand, he walked up the hill from the east. When on top he saw his stead lying on the ground dead. He got mad and dashed down the hill slashing through the guards. The dark knight was kneeling over his dead stead; then he felt a cold draft from behind. He knew that his stead was with him, so he walked off into the darkness.





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