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CHAPTER SEVENOn the Drop1Three weeks had passed since the welcoming dinner at Mayor’s House and the incident at the Travellers’ Rest. “Tomorrow morning. 3She eased the rosillo back while he still had plenty of wind. It made her feel self-conscious.

All over Mejis, girls sewed their Reaping Night costumes (and sometimes wept over them, if the work went badly) as they dreamed of the boys they would dance with in the Green Heart pavillion. He had been in the dark of Roland’s world before, and had seen enough to believe that most of what was growing there was neither good nor safe. He looked up at the turnpike signs. What she said might be true, but it didn’t matter.