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"You're dragging your feet, boy!" Silas shouted from the porch of the bakery, wiping flour-dusted hands on his apron. "Those sacks won't walk themselves to the storage shed."

"It is," Marcus said. He didn't step back. To step back was to admit the ground belonged to someone else. He tightened his grip until his knuckles turned white. "But the ground is hard here. You should watch your footing." young marcus expanded ongoing version 010 free

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