Chapter 62
Eventually, the night took Emily and Thomas back to an alley a couple of blocks from the factory, where Emrys had once again rejoined them. The city felt quiet, as though the mist had absorbed even the sound and gurgle of distant carriages. Their breath was white in the cold, but otherwise, they stood beside each other like statues that had been assembled on wobbly tables[, only], there to [guard] their heartbeats[. ]
“s**t is getting real,” Amrith said evenly, even if in an obvious state of duress. 'This is more than we ever dreamed of in the size and scale of this operation,' he added.
Thomas shoved his knife into his pants pocket and was left with one hand against the brick wall. Three we've stopped, but if this map is accurate there will be more and their targets though T
