Weapons by Mara Adlem

While I shower I put on my backpack of weapons, ready for the day. My eyes catch the bow and arrow. I forged it when I was six and won a fight with my brother. It was no match for my current bow, but that was the start. When I was nine I got into...

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Mara Adlem
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