A Lamb's Heart
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We knew we would never be forgiven if we harmed the shaman. We knew the consequences, yet we cannot stop our actions. The knife sliced through the air as we swung it across in an arc. We could hear the sound distant sound of screaming and yells around us and the warm blood that sprayed onto our face trickling down. We watched Ryin dropped his spiritual staff and his hands clutched his bleeding face where his eyes once were....
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