Afternoon.
Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Let us begin!" Tom wailed with a laugh afterwards when Gabriel cringed.
In the sprawling grounds of the grand Theodore mansion, the two identical young boys, Gabriel and Tom, identical down to the smallest detail and glowing with health and vitality, their bodies lean and strong from the ceaseless work that filled their days. Their curly hair fell into their matching, deep brown eyes, eyes that sparkled with the mischief and curiosity typical of teenagers but they were also wise beyond their years due to the responsibilities they bore.
Their faces were mirror images of each other, framed by tousled locks of chestnut hair and bright, curious eyes that sparkled with determination.
