32″Thwack! An axe slammed into the wooden target, just missing the pinned photo of a man by inches. The target was riddled with cuts, and the floor was scattered with shredded photo remnants. Below the target sat a box, half-empty.
You’d been watching Olivia for a while now. Her throws, sharp and deliberate at first, had grown more erratic with each swing.
Enemene stood beside you, her arms crossed, muttering, “This is getting out of hand. She’s going to hurt herself—or someone else.”
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