The fighting was fierce and lasted for the greater part of a day; blood ran in rivers. — Matthew of Edessa Copy Share Image
Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
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