"There's still," her voice says from under his arm, tiny and shaky, "the guardhouse. Down in the city. There's the people there, they, they could help us ..."
Something indefinable shifts, in the timbre of her voice, in the feel of the air around them. Something stirs, like an uneasy sleeper.
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Something indefinable shifts, in the timbre of her voice, in the feel of the air around them. Something stirs, like an uneasy sleeper.
"I never made it this far. I hid."