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Chapter 2: Courage
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... t, that was always what Irene was told when someone had gotten hurt. She used to talk to knights a lot who were prone to injuries, but that felt like a lifetime ago—because it was.
Her wavy red hair had fallen into her face but she could clearly see a rusted blade poking through the center of her chest. Warmth was spreading down towards her stomach on that cold autumn night.
She knew she was bleeding. She was bleeding a lot.
"N—no," she tried to shout but the gurgle of bl ...
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