Chapter 43 Dear Nera, Love Garret

I hefted the cold, rough-hewn handle of the axe.

"Nera." Someone called. I ignored them

I swung, the blade whistling through the humid, pine-scented air. Crack. Impact vibrated through my palms.

"Nera."

Again my name continued to ignore it as sweat stung my eyes.

"Nera."

"What?" I spun...

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