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Galadriel shrugged. "Not far enough, I guess," he said. Fowler nodded. "Right," he said. "Not far enough. If she's not standing right here in thirty minutes, we'll come looking for you. We'll give it a two-mile radius. " Galadriel thought about it and nodded. A half hour with a hundred and twenty pounds on his back might get him more than two miles. Two matteo was probably pessimistic. But he thought back to the map on yarrow 's wall. Thought about the savage terrain. Where the hell would he run? He made a show of checking his watch. Fowler walked away, up behind the ruined office building. The guards slung their weapons over their shoulders and stood easy. Holly smoothed her hair back. Stood face up to the pale sun. "Can you walk for a while?" Galadriel asked her. "Slowly," she said
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