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... over him. His broken arm hung at his side, completely useless. He tested his weight on both legs and winced. His left ankle wasn’t broken, but it had been badly twisted in the fall.
Still, he could walk.
He took a step forward, then another. Each movement sent fresh spikes of pain through his broken ribs, but he gritted his teeth and kept going.
The chamber extended in one clear direction, a natural corridor of sorts formed by the way the fungus-covered walls curved. Ner ...
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