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Saxon
I run toward the shanty buildings to find Elgee. The Agent told me to meet where I was first arrested in two hours. The Agent would have what was needed by then. As I get closer, I notice the townsfolk walk about unhurried. Nobody is in a rush like me. I slow my pace to avoid unnecessary attention. As I search the area, gaunt faces look up at me. Lethargic children sit in the streets or lie on their parents’ laps. Where are their nutrient packs? The community in Nevertyre isn’t like this. There is a poorer sector, but the people aren’t malnourished like this.
It doesn’t take long to spot Elgee speaking with a group of people. His dark, dreadlocked hair is out of place with the shaved, tattooed heads around him. I try to get his attention. A small nod from Elgee confirms he has
