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Blacksmith
Before Shane could intervene, one of the demons held him and bound him as Shane kept screaming and hauling insults at the demons. “Let go of me you piece of s**t!” Shane yells. Anurial and Christie at this time have left the valley, “Where exactly are we going?” Anurial asked Christie. “We are going to the blacksmith,” Christie replied. “I don’t need a sword to kick the witch's ass,” Anurial said. “I know you don’t,” Christie replied. “Then why are we going to the blacksmith?” Anurial asked Christie. “The blacksmith is the witch’s son,” Christie replied. “Is he in support of her mother’s evil?” Anurial asked Christie. “No, he is not,” Christie replied. “Then why are we going to him?” Anurial asked again. “With him, we can get anything from the witch,” Christie replied. “What makes you s
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