Enna took up a wooden sword, the dawn behind her.
“You could’ve slept in for your birthday,” her father said.
Sword in hand, she faced him. “I’m thirteen with the sunrise. You promised.”
“Use a two-handed grip.”
She complied. “Teach me.”
“Your stance is all wrong. We’ll start there.”
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