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Chapter 1-10
Zeth could tell that his right shoulder and neck were already healing. The pain had lessened, and he could move his right side a little better. As Josh made the bed, tidying up the room, Zeth walked downstairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen. He had every intention of making pancakes for the two of them. Every kitchen had a plastic bottle of maple syrup, and there were a bunch of bananas on the counter, which he could use for the meal. He also wanted to put a fresh pot of coffee on and… To his surprise, a coyote met him in the kitchen. The storm door was wide open behind the animal; Josh probably forgot to close and lock it the night before. Old habits were sometimes hard to break as the cliché went. The screen door was sliced down its center. Saliva dripped from the anima
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