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“Witness me.” The War Boy’s lips are cracked with thirst, the chrome on his mouth long gone grey and dull. His gaze is glassy and unfocused. Brain-damanged or sun-blind, Jame can’t tell. Maybe both. His paint is worn off in patches, the raised patterns of scarring underneath it red with sun’s burn. It has been three days since the Imperator rode through and brought hell down on the Keepers of the Pass. “A few vehicles following” turned out to be the fighting forces of Citadel, Bullet Farm and Gastown combined. Far more than the rock-fall could stop. More than she negotiated for. A hundred warriors running un-tolled through the canyon. Most of a day of quiet, and then the frecking War Rig had roared back through, bringing the pursuit with her, all of it finally wrecking at the arch, man and machine crashed to pieces against the rock, against each other.

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