“We’re going the wrong way,” Jackie said suddenly. Diving into the grass, the twisting trail decides to narrow, and then like a man regaining his concentration, it straightens—a tidy little gully etched into the native black sod. The pack clipped the rim of the hole, then tumbled forward and fell slowly, dreamlike, through that black surface. At sunset, they stopped and made camp in a scrub pine forest, behind the ruins of a Government Auto Inspection station.
Varner groans and finds his feet, giving Lucas an embarrassed but thoroughly pissed look before wobbling away. She couldn’t risk killing him, killing the interface. Take the pills here, too. Seven cities.
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