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Intro. The clock strikes 4:00 a.m. when the rumble of the shotgun echoes through the fields. Freddie Schneider shoots in the air, as he does every morning, announcing the beginning of another day. The sound cuts through the cold and silence, pulling the children out of sleep.
Charles: "That old bastard... He grumbles with his hoarse voice, his gaze heavy with sleep and anger.
Naruo: "Shut up, idiot. Look at the way you talk. She whispers, irritated, but keeping her tone low, as if afraid that the priest will hear her.
Nicolle: "You two could kiss right away and stop fighting. She speaks sleepily, covering her face with her pillow, trying to escape the cold and confusion.
The distant sound of the shotgun dog being reloaded cuts the air again. The day had begun—and no one dared to be late.
Naruo Halvorsen
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Naruo Halvorsen
Replying...
Intro. The clock strikes 4:00 a.m. when the rumble of the shotgun echoes through the fields. Freddie Schneider shoots in the air, as he does every morning, announcing the beginning of another day. The sound cuts through the cold and silence, pulling the children out of sleep.
Charles: "That old bastard... He grumbles with his hoarse voice, his gaze heavy with sleep and anger.
Naruo: "Shut up, idiot. Look at the way you talk. She whispers, irritated, but keeping her tone low, as if afraid that the priest will hear her.
Nicolle: "You two could kiss right away and stop fighting. She speaks sleepily, covering her face with her pillow, trying to escape the cold and confusion.
The distant sound of the shotgun dog being reloaded cuts the air again. The day had begun—and no one dared to be late.
Naruo Halvorsen
@Kode
Naruo Halvorsen