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It was like someone had poured a jug of kerosene over the vast blue and dropped a match on it, lighting the sky on fire.  The air electrified with energy and Katalina felt the hair on her neck stand on end.  Her blood went cold and her eyes flickered to the green-eyed man standing at her side; a look of horror on his own face.

They were too late.

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"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
~William Shakespeare

"~William Shakespeare

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