Becoming, Part XIII
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Rystala did not easily accept her fate. She screamed and cried for help, even as, from beneath her bed, she withdrew a sword. It took me by surprise, though of course I was not concerned. I would not have expected her to possess as word, let alone wield one.
With terror clear upon her face and in her scent, she came at me with that sword, slashing it into my…
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