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- The rung was coated with years of grime and oil and rust mixed into something that felt like slimy mud. It slipped out of my hand. I fell.
- It wasn’t the first time I’d fallen. Not even the first time with enemies around. Heck, I even managed to scissor my legs as I dropped, knocking two of them down and getting my feet under me. But they were too close. I needed room to move.
- Excerpt From Ex-Heroes, pg 224
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-heroes/id585738407
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