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... bus stabilized, moving smoothly through what now felt like normal space.
Panting, groaning, and soft whimpers filled the air.
Rockson was still gripping Elius' arm, his knuckles white.
Elius glanced at him. "...You good?"
Rockson shakily released his grip. "I... I will be. I think."
Around them, students were slowly recovering.
A few had thrown up in their seats.
Others were whispering prayers to whatever gods they believed in.
One ...
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