I held my arrow against the string of my bow. I pulled back on the arrow, aiming at a man. You monster.... I grumbled at Spruce. His younger sister Lavender lay in the grass, blood spilling from her throat. Birch smacked the back of my head with a stick, causing me to release the arrow and shoot Spruce. I watched as his body flopped to the ground, limp and cold
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