"I... He'd be glad you're here," Dair said, frowning, getting up and pulling over a chair from the table to the side of the bed. He looked up at Max. "They say maybe he can hear what people say, if you want to talk to him." He didn't buy it himself, but that didn't mean he hadn't talked himself hoarse. He took the pitcher from the bedside table as
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