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Not ran.
Limped.
One leg dragged just enough to remind me that bones, no matter how stubbornly healed, remembered being broken. Every step sent a dull ache up my spine, a quiet protest from muscles that had done far more than they were designed to do today.
Kent was still pinned to the tree.
Both legs skewered by splintered trunk, bark soaked dark with blood, frost still clinging to his skin like a mocking reminder of how hard he’d pushed himself. His chest ...
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