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... ragged, desperate breath tore through his throat, echoing in the darkness.
His hands flew to his forehead.
He pressed hard, both palms moving over his brow and down his face, fingers digging into skin again and again, checking, searching.
He expected the wet collapse of a skull, the heat of shattered bone, the hole Morgan’s rifle should have torn through him, and his hands kept moving, over his temples and cheeks, over his face, as if touch alone could tell him whether h ...
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