“Immediately Laylah felt the return of the dreaded sickness and was forced to lean against Lucius for support. The two of them stumbled behind the old woman, who set a surprisingly brisk pace. Eventually, they entered the refugee camp. The filth and suffering seemed to stun Lucius, but Laylah was too ill to pay much attention. And Vedana appeared pleased to be there, as if she admired the sordid maze of shacks, tents and lean-tos. The demon led them past stinking piles of garbage, moaning crippl...es and squalling babies. They entered an alley and squeezed through a curtained doorway into a shack pieced together with scraps of metal and broken boards. A man slept in the small room on a bed of dirty blankets. Vedana kicked him in the buttocks, and he bolted upright, drawing a rusty sword. But when he saw the look in the old woman’s eyes, he yelped, dropped his weapon and scrambled out the door. “Trespassers!” Vedana said. “You just can’t leave your house unlocked these days like you could a hundred thousand years ago.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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