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“Hugh. We need you outside.” Jackson waved at him from the doorway.
He looked away from Kalper and nodded at the Guard. He should be thrilled to get out of this nightmare but by the look on Jackson’s face whatever waited for him was worse.
“I’ll start identifying the remains,” said Kalper. “But I doubt I’ll recognize too many. I wasn’t allowed at the encampments, and few have come to me for help. Most continue to see the healer from their camp.”
“I understand. Just do the best you can.” He strode across the room. He’d quit trying to avoid the coagulated puddles of blood. There wasn’t a spot on the floor that wasn’t spattered in blood or bloody footprints. He stepped outside and his eyes landed on Curtis. He’d been right. This was worse.
Memories assaulted him. He was in the
