A thin red line welled up on her palm; alarmed, she shoved her hand into her pocket.
"The wooden sword was just here. Hanging on the wall." There were spears, too, but Effie had found them too big and clumsy. The things that looked like axes she hadn't even wanted to look at.
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A thin red line welled up on her palm; alarmed, she shoved her hand into her pocket.
"The wooden sword was just here. Hanging on the wall." There were spears, too, but Effie had found them too big and clumsy. The things that looked like axes she hadn't even wanted to look at.