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There were no campfires to warm up next to- the rain drove away every hope of a flame. Shira nibbled at a hard biscuit lethargically, and took a swallow of water from her tin cup from time to time.

So tired... Anne was sleeping. It was past dawn and both of them had worked all night, and then Anne had fainted. But there weren't any cots to rest on. Everywhere, men and women lay sleept on the ground.

Hell must be like this. Shira shifted a foot. Kyle. She stood. I need to find Kyle. Water dripped down her face incessantly. She walked.


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