Twenty-One
My back touched the cold stones of a monument opposite the Glasgow City Council. Above, a golden cross was engraved into the stone—as if chasing me every step of the way. Rahab peaked from behind the monument to the other side of the street. The building stood unguarded, which had been our hope. Yet somehow, it was unsettling. Behind us, two lions made of stone stared vigilantly from the building. They took me back to the starting point of my story, to where it all began: Trafalgar Square. They were not as majestic. But they took me back to the adrenaline, the shock I was in while carrying the injured to the ambulance. Citizens. People I had just killed. So much had changed since then. The world. Even I was another.
“So we just take the main entrance?” Alean whispered.
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