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... > Oscar groaned and fell to his knees. He lost count of how many times he was bested by the phantom cuts of the sword wills. But there was someone who was keeping score.
"That's 247 now. You've been at this all morning, and the suns are starting their trek downward." Robert sat while watching over Oscar. His harsh words about Oscar's losses cut deeply into the young boy.
"Not yet…." Oscar was pale, and blood was dripping down from his mouth. Although the cuts weren't real, the pa ...
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