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Rodin continued, turning east. It seemed like a sensible move, but he couldn’t work out why. The buildings were lower, and there was more space. That meant fewer people, and Rodin knew from experience this meant a better chance of people talking—too many people around, and there was less trust in strangers. Also, if others were tracking him as he headed north, a change in direction might throw them off.
It didn’t make a great deal of sense to him, but he went with it anyway. He could always turn north again later.
He knew where he was aiming. One part of the edge, that area between the districts and what lay beyond, that was known for being…not friendly, but less unfriendly than the rest. One small area, little more than a few streets, that had a reputation for some kind
