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There were bodies everywhere. It was nothing like the chaos they’d left on the north bank where the dead had mashed themselves into a paste, but their numbers here were still daunting. They were quicker, more in control of their movements, and it was terrifying in a different way. They roamed with relative freedom here, not drawn to any specific place as they had been around the Monument and the Tower of London. Sure, there were spots where something had attracted their limited attention and they’d gathered, but they were few and far between, and the crowds of them soon dispersed. For now, they drifted rather than herded, and that was reassuring. It made Ruth watch Dominic like a hawk. She was worried he’d get cocky and not lose sight of the danger, and the fragility of the quiet here
