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... n’t ready for. The bunkers—promising on plans—revealed themselves as bare bones in wind.
The temperature swings hit first. Younger kits staggered as sunlight and shade swapped meanings. Movements became jerky. Patch moved through the disoriented, palms steady, voice even.
"Water," Whisper said, already counting. "What we carried was packed for a transition measured in weeks, not hours. At current use, we run short in three days."
Scout climbed a ridge to taste the air and ...
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