Haldor's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he gasped. A cold sweat covered his forehead, and his heart raced wildly within his chest as he panted heavily. He sat upright, brushed aside the damp strands of hair that were clinging to his face, and took several deep breaths to calm himself down. The images from his dream were still vivid in his mind. He had raven-black hair that was all , and an untidy beard surrounded his gaunt face, with his eyes looking empty and sunken.
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