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The two men kept hammering and huffing at the body, but Dale felt pretty sure that Chester wasn’t ever going to get back up again. They had to try, though. If there was even a chance Chester might live they had to try, even though sweat dripped from both of them and kneeling on that thin layer of mulch-covered concrete had to be brutalizing their knees.
Dale’s realization that he’d just met the victim made the atrium feel even more alien. October sunlight slanting through the tinted glass ceiling made his eyes ache. The thick musk of the chemically sustained plants mingled with spray from the waterfall now seemed comparatively normal. The thick brown mulch spread over the ground lay undisturbed, a showpiece, except where the men struggling for Chester’s life ground it aside.
And Chest
