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My fist clenched, rage sparking like a live wire. My brother, stolen, fear twisting my gut like a vice. But fear wouldn't save him. Only righteous fury, honed to a blade. I wouldn't be a victim, not anymore. These shadows who dared snatch him away would learn the meaning of regret. Every bruise they etched on him, I'd repay tenfold. Every tear he shed, they'd drown in their own. No mercy, no hesitation. Just the unyielding rhythm of payback. They'd underestimated me, mistaken my grief for weakness. But a cornered lion is the most dangerous beast. The hunt was on. Vengeance would be my hymn, justice my only prayer. The storm was coming, and they wouldn't survive the downpour.
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