AFTER WAITING FOR CARIAD to turn the corner, Ethan went to see Garwin. The older man’s job as a “Priority 1” worker had qualified him for one of the first private homes that had been constructed. He was a mechanic and chief supervisor overseeing the construction of the plows, roadmakers, and other machinery involved in creating the infrastructure of the settlement. Most of the rest of the Gens were housed as Ethan was, in large, temporary dorms and barns while they waited for more permanent homes to be built.
As soon as Garwin opened his door and saw who had come to pay him a visit, he glanced from side to side along the street, which was empty. He pulled Ethan quickly inside, his usually open, friendly features creased into an expression that mixed irritation with concern.
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