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- Without warning Balk smashed Drew’s face down into the bowl of gruel. His head bounced up back into the waiting fist of Arik. This time he flew back, the brother’s knuckles catching him across the jaw. Drew toppled off the bench, his body slumping into the baked earth as the brothers tossed their bowls onto him, laughing and clapping as they departed. Drew lay in a heap, shaken and angry
- B3 P1 C5
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