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Aidan's color had worsened overnight, and one of his ears had sloughed off, replaced by shiny grey scar tissue. His eyes were the only part of him still fresh and wonderful. He smiled at me when he woke and saw me examining him. “Morning.” He coughed and spit a tooth into his palm. “Sorry.”
Aidan pulled away from my hand. I could feel his finger bones slip and shift out of place.
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Well, what was I supposed to do? I wished harder. I couldn't just stop.