"Looking for a little light reading?" Sydney walked up and stood beside me. She
hadn't been around earlier but had heard the news.
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service."
I frowned. "But he's not dead-"
"Shh." She cut me off with a sharp gesture and glanced warily at the others as they
hustled around. "Don't say that."
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She shook her head. "Not to them. Out here... out in these villages... there's no in-
between state. You're alive or you're dead. They aren't going to acknowledge him
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It was just her way.