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Mark surveyed the room, taking note of the destruction he’d caused. Broken glass was everywhere, and statues and ornaments lay in pieces at his feet. Water from flower vases and various bottles of liquor collected in puddles on the floor. The rage continued to flow through him, like a long-awaited release which had built up over the centuries. After years of holding back, of containing his anger, it was finally free. The dam had fallen and the rage wouldn’t be contained any longer. It brought back memories of the only other time he’d let himself be overwhelmed by this all-consuming anger. He’d been thirteen years old.
Marcus led his sister, Kelliana, by the hand. Sneaking behind the baker’s house, they made their way to the edge of town. “I don’t understand why they want to hurt us. W
