White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. I drew upon every skill I had ever learned in battle in 199 her tournaments. It shall never be said that I raised my arm willingly against a woman. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob.
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