Brooklyn

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I tear the war hammer out of its grasp. It’s heavy and dragging in my grip, but I don’t care. I look over at Kiaran and smile. “This is me saving myself.” I swing the hammer back and slam it into the redcap’s temple. Blood bursts at me, splatters warm across my face. And a single thought echoes in my mind: More.
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