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... arm to dull to an ache rather than a constant scream. The bandages were tighter now, cleaner, and Louissa had scolded him more than once for trying to use it before she gave permission. He didn’t argue. He had learned that nothing slipped past her watchful gaze.
But at last, his strength had returned enough to stand, walk, and breathe without fire tearing his ribs. That morning, Obi had burst into the room like a storm breaking down a door.
"All right, hero!" he had shouted, tos ...
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