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Fifteen
Fifteen Ryann fractured her mind, segmenting everything that was happening. She saw Brice set up the belay system, and noted his efficiency. She saw how Tris took deep breaths up on the lip, and knew he was struggling to keep his fear in check. She saw Keelin use webbing to build a body-harness for Cathal, and noticed with interest the tenderness with which she moved his body. And she allowed her lattice to reach out to Cathal. She pushed into his own lattice, forcing herself on when it kicked back, even though she knew the dangers of this. But she needed to know what was happening. She needed to understand. Blood still leaked from his wound. He had lost about a half-litre, maybe a little more. Not a great amount for such a wound, and Ryann had to assume that was down to his lattice. It
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