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I wonder now if it was the fire and the smoke that did it. It wouldn’t have been possible, as far as I can be sure, to see it from the river, much less from the base at Chattanooga, which was miles away. It must have been the Covenant. Somehow, that big invisible dome could sense the heat. Whatever the reason, our journey came to an end two days later and still a hundred miles short of Atlanta.
Even in my short life, I’d come to know that there are many endings. The Tribulation, most of which I’d been too young to remember well, was one of them. That was when I’d lost my mother. Losing Daddy was another one and could surely have been the end of me if he hadn’t prepared me so well for it. And now, being captured, when we were so close. We’d come into a clearing, on a morning two morni
