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Albert yelled and fell back on his behind in the dirt He was sure his hand was broken

Orc had stopped screa with a gob of blood and saliva

The rest of the worround

There was a one-inch hole in Orc’s face

Blood spread down his neck and disappeared like rain on parched soil as it hit the rock flesh

“You hitat Albert

“Brother saved your life, Orc,” Howard said “The brother just saved your life”

“I think I broke my hand,” Albert said

“Beer me,” Orc said

Howard raced to comply

Orc tilted his head back and squeezed the can until the tab burst Yellow liquid shot froushed into his mouth

At least half of it ran, foa pink, from the bloody hole in his cheek

TEN

81 HOURS, 17 MINUTES

“SHE WAS IN my dreams, in my head I saw her,” Drake said