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At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone who had registered for the hunt clustered together like bees in a hive at the shooting range. Torches were lit, casting glimmers on the jubilant throng, which had their rifles prepped and a realm of one thousand cubic inch backpacks fastened behind them to transport their loads.
"Before we proceed to the big game, I would like to remind all of you about the regulations," Mr. Blister, who garnered everyone's attention, unfolded a white scroll. Silence hung in the air before he read the hunting rules.
My hands rested on both sides of my waist as I stood directly between Blaze and Torch, listening intently.
"The animals in the small games are prohibited. Anyone who violates this will be subjected to severe punishment," Mr. Blister cauti
