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Chapter 59: How to NOT get in home after a long night in a manhole (3)
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The water on the ground had turned into thick mud, mixed with blood, fur, old urine, and whatever else had been festering there for decades.
My feet sank like shovels into coagulated sewage. Every pull of my legs came with a wet pop, and the weight of Thalia on my shoulders—though not unbearable—created a new kind of urgency in my chest: the urgency not to fall.
Because if I fell, she’d fall too.
And if she fell... she might not get back up.
She was trembling. ...
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