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It was over.

Years and years of tyranny, at last brought to an end.

Lily pulled out her sword from the fallen dark lord’s body. It was smeared with blood, matching that which was slowly spreading on the floor, the corpse at the center of the bloody puddle. So many times had she hesitated. Was this right? Would she, by killing the one she hated so much, really be any…