” He doubled the lead over his fist and climbed aboard the mule. Even so, the toddler seemed to have voyaged through Topeka’s empty post-plague months better than the adults around it. Rhea picked the ball up in her scrawny, long-nailed fingers and shook it. “There’s a spring at the base of it—only one in these parts, they say.
and when she lunged forward in an attempt to grasp Pylon’s reins, she stumbled over the box and almost fell. Gods help her, she could believe it now. They went through the trees. Will you have trouble with your aunt when you go home? Will she want to know where you’ve been and what you’ve bee
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