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... rusting his wooden stick toward the other’s chest."No I’m not!" the second answered, stumbling back with a grin and raising his own sword-shaped branch like a knight from some old tale
’’You hit the arm’’
"You are!"
"Am not!"
"You are if I say so—I’m Vrivrian the Red!"
"You can’t be , I already called him!"
They were no older than ten, cheeks red with the rush of imagined glory, breath quick, eyes bright. Around them, the cobblestones were streaked ...
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