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The vision had broken. I was back in the circle.
“Fuck.”
I wiped roughly at the tears that had covered my cheeks. The Archer. Archer. My Archer. He had been helping me all along. More than helping.
“f**k!”
I turned to Archer’s body. He lay on his back, one hand still clasped around the handle of the bat. I tried to get up and run to him, but my body had been through too much, I was too weak to stand.
“Fine. I’ll do it the hard way.”
I crawled to him.
There were splinters of wood all over the ground. I tried to brush them from my path as I went, but they still dug into my knees and hands as I moved towards him. When I finally got to his side, I could see the extent of the wound I’d given him. His chest rose and fell with the shallow rhythm of his breath, and the broke
