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... spreading at his knees. His fingers were submerged in it, black water soaking into his skin, his clothes, and out of his palms. "Finn, we have to move." Nothing. Not even a blink.
I stood him up. His body came loose jointed, uncooperative, a puppet with cut strings. His feet dragged through the dust as I pulled him toward the barrier, my shoulder screaming, my legs burning. The wet footprints he left behind were dark and glistening.
"Walk!" I hissed. "Just put one foot in front o ...
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