It's of no use. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. He had heard this talk before. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her. The end of the world seemed at hand.
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