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“Darrow, your hand”

I look down at auntlet broke, it seeainst the sun-heated metal I pull it away and watch the blisters contract Ah, there’s the pain

Harnassus babbles so at the Hippodrome, and a force of ene I try to reply, but my raw vocal chords finally surrender to the abuse of the day

Harnassus blinks Sohtens him As if he saw a spider on s A second skin of clay made from blood and dust and irradiated ash coats me My armor is holed andto respond to o of my chest

“By Jove,a heart attack?” Harnassus calls for a medicus The Howlers rush to support me as I nearly tip over I fail to push the my distress

“Not in front of the legions,” she says “What do you need, Uncle?”

“Stims,” I mumble

“How many pops has he had?”

“Thigh pack’s empty At least six”

“Got four marks on his neck”

“Ten? That would kill a bloodydamn horse”

“Sti dizzy

“You’ll die, you dumb bastard” Harnassus looks about to fall over himself

“Men trapped in…desert…” I look out over the battlements I still have work to do I look down to see Harnassus trying to push me back

“Darrow Stop” Harnassus reaches high to grab h Let us carry the rest”