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Eamon
Eamon channeled his frustration at having not seen Charlotte the entire day into the red circular center of the circular, padded leather target hanging on the wall ten feet in front of him. He aimed the point of his dart at the painted little dot then balanced the dart between his thumb and index finger. With his wrist bent at the correct angle, he brought back his forearm, inhaled a half-breath and held it. Then, with a swift, fluid move he swung his arm forward and released the dart right at the exact moment his cousin entered the main room of the dungeon.
“I wouldn’t put your shillings up agin’ Eamon, he’ll take every—” Laethan said right as the sound of the dart hitting the stone told everyone Eamon missed the board completely. “Oooh… Off your game?” his cousin asked as he
