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His hand shot up like a snake, then grasped onto my eye patch. He held it in his palm, "because you were still wearing this."

I covered my eye with my hands, hoping that the infection wouldn't spread to my other eye.

"Kitomi, you're fine," Zane said, pulling my hands away from where I wanted them to be.

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