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... ains were drawn and the wisps of sunlight that filtered in barely lit the space. Movement caught my eye.
I pulled the knife from my boot ready for close quarter combat before I realized that my brother was sitting at his table with a rag to his cheek.
"Are they gone?" Benate asked barely above a whisper.
"Who?" I responded.
Benate dunked the cloth back into a bowl in front of him to reveal a scratch across his cheek and a torn collar of his shirt. I had not seen a ...
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