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Roylsden #139

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Clint gaped, confused and disbelieving. Old Ma Cody's hands shot to her mouth and she stared, horrified.
Zeke stood before them, mouth and head muscles twitching. His wild, staring eyes were struggling to come to terms with the change of light and he blinked them often. They were dull and lifeless, and dark skin fell from them down his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept for weeks and stared blankly ahead.
Clint made to move towards him but stopped when he saw Zeke's hands tighten on his rifle.
"Get the boy some water, Clint," Old Ma Cody said softly.

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