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"I have a brace," he sputters, dropping into a squat. Lone skids across the loose rock and Charon shoots his hand out, grabs the boy by the forearm. So was the sharp gasp that punched out of Lone. Charon, in his shock, half frenzied by a spike of adrenaline, looks down at his leg and does not process what has happened for a good few seconds.
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