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... t bathed the camp, as if the world had been whitewashed in lye. The time had come.
Dylan had slipped out of his cot well before dawn, silent, leaving the other workers snoring in their sweat. He’d taken care to close the canvas flap behind him, and stepped into the dry morning mist, the bandages around his torso slightly tightened. The stigma pulsed softly, but he ignored it. For now, at least.
He paused for a few moments behind the north hangar—his usual post. From there, he cou ...
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