PART TWO

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COLE

"Mama bore a boy in a perpetual state of war-readiness, a battle cry never far from his tongue. He smelt of blood, of damp soil, and moved like the sparks between clashing weapons. Mama realised later she had birthed no boy – she had forged a weapon. And she wouldn't let the edge of this knife go blunt."

THE WARRIOR

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