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Gray light filtered through the edges of the curtains as Rachel awoke. Sweat gathered behind her knees—not a good sign for the day if she was sweating already.
She put on fresh clothes, hoping she could do some laundry today.
As she prepared pigeon eggs using power from the car battery, she hoped as well she could recharge the solar battery. It was strange wanting to perform mundane tasks—things she would have hated doing before the end. Now they offered comfort, assurance. These tasks now offered the respite of focus for her mind and physical exhaustion that granted sleep.
After the eggs set, she sprinkled a bit of salt over them. It seemed to be easy enough to find, like sugar, but she knew it was very finite.
Cyrene crept from her bedroom, and Rachel almost didn’t noti
