Published at 2592 × 1944 in Chapters 21-25
“No one except them,” Bree said, as we jumped out of the path of two men jogging past carrying a fat man in what looked like an old war stretcher with a modern twist. It featured a built-in seat made of sticks of bamboo painted blue, green, and red.



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