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Daventree and Kester left their Factory clothing inside the lattice room, then climbed through a hatch in the roof, once Kester had used his screwdriver to open it. The night sky opened over their heads.
“We head north,” Kester said, looking at the stars that speckled the blackness.
“What’s north?” Daventree only now realised they’d had no plans once they were out—it had always felt like an impossible dream that they’d be free of the Dome, so to look any further had been, to Daventree’s mind at least, a waste of time.
“Opposite direction to the Dome. We head for the wilds.”
“Is that safe? I’ve heard…rumours.”
“And you worked with people from the wilds. Can’t remember which one—Serran or Lybor. All those stories you heard came from Authority, right?”
Daventree nodded
