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Chapter 9-1
Chapter 9 Haziel stayed with him for the rest of the battle, which confused Zeke. Soldiers were supposed to return to the front if they were able, weren’t they? Except for the cut on his scalp, that Zeke closed with a total of two stitches, and a small puncture to the muscle under the wing elbow, Haziel was ready to go, if he wanted. Instead, his friend stuck close to Zeke’s back, a not at all silent shadow. He liked to ask questions about the most insignificant details of the work Zeke was trying to accomplish. Things like why he tied off the stitches in a specific way. How he knew to wrap a sprained limb this way instead of that. Haziel’s attention was great, goosebumps along his skin aside, but each time he managed to elbow Haziel in the arm or chest or wing, Zeke wanted to snap at hi
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