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Amal and Demetrius got caught in a traffic jam on their way out of town.
They had each packed a single overnight bag with as much as they could carry. In the chaos they’d barely had time to react, let alone fight crowds to their apartment, pack their bags, and figure out where they were going to go.
Soon, Fenroot would be attacking.
Apparently thousands of other people had the good idea to flee town before that happened.
Amal edged her red convertible into the fast lane of traffic in hopes that it would move faster. But the lane seemed to slow as soon as she entered it.
“It’s just an illusion,” Demetrius said. He rested his head on the back of his seat and wiped a bead of sweat of from brow with the brim of his hat. “The lane you’re in is always the slowest. God, the city’s broken
