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Rodin was up at first light, feeling refreshed, barely recalling the brief terrors his mind had played in the night. He couldn’t even remember which image had silenced them.
He packed his belongings and headed down, leaving through the back door. There was no need to say farewell to Garl—the man was probably still sleeping anyway. Rodin walked away, enjoying the early morning coolness. It had rained some time during the night, and the streets almost glistened.
Rodin brought to mind the maps he had studied, and all he knew of the borders. There was not much definite information, but Rodin could read between the lines. He used his instinct, placing himself in the controllers’ shoes. They’d want somewhere out of the way, but nowhere too dangerous. Somewhere with a semblance of
