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Edited by Veration: 9/24/2015 8:29:53 PM
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*two weeks later, on the Southeast border of the gulf* Sawyer and Astrid walk, parched, famined, tired. Sand infests their shoes and crawls into every inch of their body. Astrid carries her arc tesla in hand, tired enough that her finger is at verge of it going off, and Sawyer stumbles through the sand, a retractable tent in hand. Sawyer almost collapses, but a sight on the horizon fills him with excitement. "Freehold is... right there..." Sawyer mumbles, his words slurred, bend over and wheezing.
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