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Hunter stuck his head out of his cell. Members of Fesso’s Family hurried by in the hall.
“Hey,” he said. “What’s happening?”
No one answered. Hunter searched for a familiar face, and settled for a younger member who seemed relatively unthreatening.
“Is the Core ready to move?”
The boy rolled his eyes and sauntered away. Hunter took that as “yes.” He left his room and followed the flow of people toward the central hall. There, Fesso and her lieutenants stood on an improvised platform of strand, discussing logistics with each other and yelling out orders to those below. Most of the Family was present, jockeying for position at the front. Hunter didn’t know if they wanted to be present when the Core reached the mainland like he did, or if they were just curious and there for the sake
