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... y arm, warm and sticky as it slid down my fingers and stained the ground below.
The moment I saw those two things together—the shattered blade and my own blood—I finally came back to my senses.
My grip loosened. The sword slipped from my hand and fell with a dull clang.
That was when I heard my father’s voice. It was calm, warm, and painfully gentle, as if he were afraid that raising it even a little might shatter me again.
"Feeling a little less angry now?"
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