DAY ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN
CHRISTMAS DAY
In the three weeks since they’d reclaimed Yaxley, much had been accomplished. Georgie was firmly back into the swing of things, recording important information in meticulous detail: who’d survived, who hadn’t made it, and who remained unaccounted for. She’d found a kindred spirit in Ed, a man whose penchant for minutia and precise record keeping matched her own. People had tried to persuade her it might be time to stop, that they’d reached their final destination and that the details she’d been keeping were no longer necessary, but Ed had urged her to keep going. Previously, Dominic Grove had wanted the information available to help justify his wild utopian daydreams. Ed argued that the future was less of a concern, that the details she’d been k
