Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five Sage's POV The cache clothes fit the way cache clothes always fit. Which is to say they fit a general human shape without particular interest in the specific human wearing them. The trousers were an inch too long. The shirt was made for shoulders broader than mine. I wore all of it with the pragmatic dignity of someone who had dressed in worse circumstances and was grateful for the option. Heath watched me pull the trousers on without pretending not to. We walked, the compound was still ten minutes away at the slow pace we were going, showing mercy to Heath’s ribs. I was paying partial attention to the forest and full attention to the man walking beside me, which was the professional failing I had been developing. He had to have at least three cracked ribs. He
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