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... ipping their wooden swords tightly. Both of us stood there, hearts pounding loudly.
Father had his iron grip on Raymond’s arm, tightening with each silent second. His eyes were locked on to Raymond’s, who was acting like he was as unsure as the rest of us. Though I knew better. His eyes were still filled with that same rage.
Father twisted his hand, and I could hear a small crack on Raymond’s arm.
“A-Aagh!!!” Raymond screamed as his fingers spasmed open. The knife he had ...
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