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Under a wooly gray sky, we walked toward the circle of rusted trailers and the gate that said Keep Out. Paul, as herald, had gone ahead and cleared our visit and was now back at our side. My cell, six of us, Astrid and Delilah, Noah and Anaïs, and Loïc, walked as always in a wedge, with me in front carrying Levi, the boys behind me, and the remaining three, including Paul, in the back. Paul and Noah took turns holding Romulus and Remus, who at the last minute we’d decided to bring, as much because we couldn’t leave them as for protection. We had now entered thirteen hideout camps, and only at the Niagra crossing when an outlaw burrow had tried to make Paul a hostage had we seen trouble so far. Our advance guard traveled a half-day ahead, Horace in the lead, and our watchers were always
