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... Kael flexed his fingers, bracing for the grind of frozen cartilage, but they snapped open—silent and oiled, blood surging through the joints.
He sat up and inhaled. The freezing draft washed over his throat, a cool, harmless stream. Beside him, the straw hissed as Tom curled into a tight ball, jerking. Sweat coated the boy’s forehead; his lips were dry, cracked, and greyed at the edges. When Kael touched the skin, it burned—slick with sweat, yet tight and dry beneath his fingers.
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