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TWENTY SEVEN
The two watchmen were still at the main gate when Thaddeus and Constance drove out of the compound. Neither man waved a hand or gave an acknowledgement gesture as Thaddeus drove out of the compound into the night; neither appeared to suspect anything. Constance gave him directions as they made their way along the lonely dark road that didn’t seem to end till they found themselves out on the turnpike heading towards the city. Neither said anything for a while. Constance rested her head on her arm with her elbow reclined against the window. The wind ravaged her hair and every now and then she lazily pushed locks of her hair from her face. It wasn’t until they got closer to the city that Thad figured it was time he got some answers.
“So,” he began, “are you going to tell me about it?”
She turned away from the window to look at him. There was a benign concerned look in her eyes that
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