Chapter 71
The golden morning sun shone through the smoke, which was thicker than before and formed a sharp contrast with the bleak gray of the crow's roost in the ruins. They had been evacuated only hours ago, a quick but noisy evacuation that she knew Emily, Ames, and Thomas would never forget.
They cleared a spot in the woods on the other side of town and squatted there. A cool breeze blew by, and the branches trembled, as if the hot, dry world they had left had no connection with this place. They sat around a makeshift campfire, looking tired but determined.
I imagine her lounging in front of a roaring fire, with her knife dangling over her melon. "Let them starve," she whispered. The correspondent interjected, "We just slowed them down, but I think we stopped." They wanted to rebui
