Chapter 95
“I know. Rot. I just feel … useless.” “You’re not. You’re—” “The Deepwalker.” I growl. “What good is that doing anyone?” “They’re watching you.” “They’re watching me limp along like an old woman.” She turns to face me. “Victoria—” “I know. I know.” I keep looking off into thedarkness. In the distance, colored lights shift, ever so slightly, and flicker. * * * Marvel is going over some kind of plan with Sarah and the Scholar. I sit with my back to a support pylon, my breath ragged. I should eat something, but the thought is nauseating. We don’t have a “camp” in any real sense of the word. No tents, no fires, just a mass of people stretched out on a hard metal deck. Myrkai adepts conjure a few lights. Some people chew on dried meat or mushrooms, but most are too tired to eat. The r
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