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... them back through the ancient treeline in a wide, punishing circle, keeping his center of gravity low. Every step up the muddy incline forced a sharp, grinding protest from his fractured right rib. He managed it by breathing in shallow, measured intervals, letting the cold air numb the ache.
Inside his mind, Khan tracked the boys’ positions.
Fifty meters, the ancient conqueror’s voice glided across the synaptic bridge. Bearing left. Don has stopped moving. Curtis hasn’t. The i ...
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