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... e that had fueled his outbursts only hours ago had been ground into the dirt alongside the pulverized remains of the boulders. The zeal in his eyes hadn’t died; it had simply changed shape, hardening from the flickering flame of a boy into the cold, steady glow of a weapon. Pride was a luxury for those who hadn’t felt the shadow of a mountain looming over them.
He stood up, wiping the grime and dried blood from his face with the back of his hand. He didn’t ask for a break. He didn’t comp ...
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