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Chapter 64 MATE: Zane's Perspective

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Six hours of driving carries us from midnight into the grey nowhere before dawn. The forest thins as we cross from our territory into the buffer lands, trees giving way to rocky outcrops and open ground Silver Lake has never bothered to claim. My eyes stay locked on the GPS, watching the blue dot pulse, watching the distance shrink mile by mile.

And then I see them.

Four figures move through the trees, silhouetted against the pale wash of morning. They stumble more than walk, arms l
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