Dru gave Cryton the knife and pointed to a tree trunk ten paces away, just outside the cave. “Try.”
Lifting the blade unsure, Cryton shook her head. Then aimed. Then threw.
The knife pierced and stayed in the target of a long-lost branch scar.
The girls exchanged equally amazed looks.
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