Our room has a view of the harbor. Ships crowd the docks. And many more are out in the roads, waiting to come in, or awaiting the best conditions to depart. We will have to find one that is going our way before the clock ticks down the last eight days.
Elijah led us into the highways and byways to proclaim the warning.
It was as though all had blinders on, eyes open to their tasks, and ears closed to anything outside their focus.
Then we noticed that the streets were filling with soldiers trying to separate us from the crowds. And Stan stood at their head.
Elijah resisted and they fell back in a swoon.
Stan could only retreat.
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