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... f out your chest, and muster your spirit!” Marcus’s roar echoed through the forests at the edge of Thorn Ridge, his riding whip cracking sharply from time to time.
Thirty young boys, gripping wooden sticks, nervously surveyed every corner of the forest.
They could hear the calls of various birds and beasts deep within the woods; among those calls might have been the roars of magical beasts. For boys who had grown up on terrifying tales of magical beasts, every extra moment spent ...
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