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... > Cathida cackled over the comms, “Hypothetically? Why yes, Journey could. And why would you ask for something like that deary? Do you know just how much more insulting I could get with hands and fingers to use?”
We’d been running for about an hour now in the proper direction for the Icon. As I’d asked before how long it would take, the timer said nine hours of leisurely jogging before we’re out of the infected territory, or five hours of a mad no-holds-barred full out sprint. Except tha ...
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