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- Jodah slowed his painful walk, limping from one side of the street to the other. His wounded leg was on fire now, and he tried to put as little weight on it as possible. If he could find some mare’s milk, an egg, and some mineral oil, he might be able to whip up something that could aid him, he thought. Or at least take his mind off the pain.
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- The Gathering Dark, Chapter 4
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