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"It looks so natural," my father says in awe. I walk over to the group and stare at the amazing sword. I sigh. It's like a dream. A wonderful dream, but it didn't feel right, or even real. I walk back inside and look around. I took a head count of everyone here. "Where's Jace?" I ask. He was here just a minute ago. "Jace?" I say carrying the Katana into the hallway by Jace's room. I peek into his room and he was rocking back and forth in the corner, scrunched into a ball. I open the door a little bit more and see a bloody lamp. I catch a whiff of an awful rotting smell. I swing the door open all the way and see a body with worn ripped clothes and peeling skin, lying on the ground with a bloody gash on its skull.