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- It had been two nights since Cairax had died or been banished or whatever…
- Freedom was still in intensive care. His ribs had been set and taped, and he’d received several transfusions. Freedom’s massive frame held over fifteen pints of blood, and he’d lost more than six. His soldiers had lined up to donate. Even the ones who didn’t match his type insisted on donating to the slowly growing blood bank.”
- Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 596-597
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-communication/id635706546
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