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... rhythm, the hard orthopedic boot striking the stone walkway with a dull, unmistakable sound. Each step landed heavier than the last, the rigid brace forcing his body to adjust in small, constant adjustments. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was impossible to miss.
He limped beside Emile, one hand loosely gripping the strap of his backpack while the other occasionally brushing against Emile’s arm for balance. Emile stayed close, ready to catch him if needed. His eyes darted around like a nervo ...
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