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... ine of people who’d stepped forward with me. One... two... ten... fifteen... twenty...
I turned to count. Twenty-eight. Maybe twenty-nine if you included the guy in the back who kept hesitating.
That was it.
Less than thirty of us stood in front, out of ninety-five.
No, no, no. This can’t be right. My stomach twisted.
We needed fifty. Fifty to leave. That was the deal.
I looked at Carter. He was already turning to the rest of them, pleading. "Guys. ...
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