i can't get out
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Last published Wed, Mar 18, 2026
Missing for nearly a week, Will and Horace are found alive-- but barely.
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"He could handle injuries, or trauma or death, but this... this waking death? This brain death?
This slow, blank, agonizing unraveling of the boy he'd raised?
It clawed painfully at something paternal in him.
Halt looked at Will now--his pale face, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the hollows under his eyes--and felt grief as though he were dead."
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