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Sweat dripped from his hair and stung his eyes. He didn’t want to do it, but Henry couldn’t keep from looking at Mount Mansfield. There was nowhere safe to look. The hulking mountain was everywhere. Even through stinging eyes, its edges were sharp, like a picture ripped out of a magazine and pasted against the sky. Henry put his hand in his jeans pocket. He hadn’t taken them off since the funeral. Had slept in them. He pulled out the marble. Swirls of blue and green. Flecks of red and orange. Heraised it high above his head, hovering over Mount Mansfield like a perfect moon or perfect sun.
    But the marble was nothing like perfect. Neither was the mountain. They were both confusing now. They were both dangerous.
    Henry shoved the marble back in his pocket. He wiped the hair out of his eyes and pushed off on his bike. Brae let out a yelp.
    “Shoot! Sorry, Brae,” Henry said. He put his foot on the ground. Brae rested his chin on Henry’s knee. “I forgot you were there.” Brae stared at him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you—”
    I didn’t mean to hurt you
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    Wayne came crashing into Henry’s head like a bolt of lightning.
    I didn’t mean to hurt you
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    Wayne, Wayne, Wayne
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    Henry squeezed his eyes shut, but he couldn’t keep the image from racing in. Wayne’s backpack flying down the mountain in front of Henry. Wayne ahead of him in the race. Wayne had longer legs than Henry. Longer strides. Not fair. Henry never beat Wayne.
    No, no, no—
    Henry’s eyes flew open. Brae leaned against the front wheel of his bike. Henry bent down to grip one of his ears. BehindBrae, against the mountain, Henry saw two flashes of light. What was that? The clouds passing over the sun? Two boys running? Henry was losing his freaking mind. His eyes burned like his legs did. He closed them. He couldn’t fight the memory.
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    Henry finally caught up to Wayne and grabbed at the carabiner hanging from Wayne’s backpack. He couldn’t quite reach, but Wayne felt him. He turned around, laughing. In that split second, Henry pushed past Wayne. His bare arm rubbed the rough trunk of a pine tree as he made a sharp turn on the trail
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    The sun climbed to its feet now, a faint blue light just beginning to spill down on the tree trunks and boulders and ferns. It was so cool the way the sunlight turned everything blue first and then filled in with the rest of the colors. Water on the ferns flashed, like lights on a runway. It was going to be fully sunrise before they were home—Henry knew it. And Mom was going to find out they had spent the night on the mountain, and she was going to be pissed
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    Brae jumped over a rock on the side of the trail and landed in front of Henry. He bounded ahead, the black parts of his fur getting lost in the half-light and his white spots reflecting the sun so that he looked like a colony of blue rabbits hopping down the trail. Henry heard a scraping sound behind him and then a grunt
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    “You okay, Wayne?” he shouted
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    “Yeah,” Wayne shouted back
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    “Good! I’m leaving you behiiiiiiiind—” Henry jumped from rock to rock to rock, and in those split seconds that he was suspended in the air, in those split seconds that the sun was rising higher and higher, and the world was getting brighter and more full of color, Henry felt like he was making the light
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    Henry landed on the trail and kept running. He couldn’t hear Wayne’s sneakers on the dirt anymore. He’d left him in the dust. Jeezum Crow! That never happened. Brae bounded back up the trail and, at the same time, Henry felt the dirt change to solid rock and then he was at the place where two rock faces met. A wide gap sat between the rocks. He and Brae reached the gap at the same time and they both jumped. Henry’s body hung in the air while a surge flowed through him, something warm and fierce, and he felt like he owned the mountain and was a part of the mountain all at the same time
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    He landed and pitched forward. He was going to be a