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Memory: Father's Fist (Salamander Cellphone Novel)
Chapter 7 I am smart enough to read between the lines, my father is telling me to run, not fight but hide because there was no chance of victory. This is the end of the Eastern Fire dragons we both know it. What we also know is that I will never abandon my family, leaving them to die. "Forgive me son" I felt it more than saw it,my father's arm ablaze in crimson flames crashing into my abdomen. His left arm holding me in place. The force of enough to have my liver and kidney doing the tap dance for weeks. "D-dad?" the word barely a whisper. The pain, excruciating, it brought me to my knees.
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