***EXTRA LONG CHAP***
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The sun was just waning below the horizon, so Tyr and the others decided to meet this journalist girl before night fully fell.
The builder was deeper in the city, where security looked to ramp up more and more.
Guards patrolled the streets like worker ants, their expressions dull and numb.
Tyr's eyes brushed through the passerby as he rode atop Rudra.
'They must be tired of dealing with this shit for so long. I am too, but they have it much worse. It's not like they can carry the entire city and run.'
*
After half an hour of walking, they arrived at a small cottage made of dried straws and logs of wood, supported by a circular row of 2-foot tall pillars.
The area around it wasn't crowded, as it was farther into the suburban areas of the city and not close to the main streets.
After putting away their vehicles and pets, Tyr and the others made their way up the stairs and toward the entrance.
