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Linton and I trudge wearily down the quiet street, his clothes caked in sweat and dirt from a long day of hard labor on the farm. Despite our exhaustion, we can’t help but feel excited that we found a way out of here. It’s like the gods heard us. I guess they did.
It’s the sixth day since we've been here, and it's our last day. We overstayed and took a big risk, but we had to. We found out that Georgian, the guy who introduced us to the farm, and his friend are traveling on a boat, and of all places, to Silvera. When we heard that, we decided to risk it all and stay. Linton asked if their boat was full, and he said it's just the two of them, and the horses they are here to get, so there's room. He said he could bunk with his friend, and we could take his cabin if
