The Prophet saw him waver, too. He clamped his hand heavily against my father’s shoulder. “DO IT!” he bellowed. “DO IT NOW!” My father raised the hatchet above his head. It wobbled there, breath passing his chapped lips in ragged waves. He jammed his eyes shut as he brought the hatchet down and punched it into my wrists.
-Stephanie Oakes
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