I was exhausted that day... But I still had what I needed. Clutching between the bloody hands, I held the dark book: Necronomicon in my grasp. A book said to have seen more that a million centuries of war and hate... Even powerful enough to summon the remains of the slain soldiers who perished in wars. The power to uplift the living dead... I was not regretful for having stolen the book. As I flipped through the pages in the night, it's edges glistened red with blood... It was a wonderful experience indeed...
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