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... rying and it’s too heavy for me to pick up!”
“Just trust me and pick it up,” he said.
Alexcent had dragged Amethyst from bed early the next morning for the supposed sword practice. She could barely pick it up, much less swing it. And, suspiciously, it seemed Alexcent was having too much fun seeing her struggle. She glared at him. Alexcent walked to her back and brought his hand on either side of her and gripped her hands which were on the sword. He frowned.
“Welcome your ...
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