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... is fingers where he had pulled it close. His breathing stayed even after a short hitch, the ache along his ribs easing once he shifted his shoulder a fraction.
The table stood beside the bed, close enough that his hand could reach it without stretching. The book rested there exactly as it had been left, its cover turned slightly toward him.
He rolled his head a few degrees and let it rest back against the pillow. The movement sent a brief pull through his side, sharp enough to re ...
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