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October 21, 2005

The Eschatologist: After

"Did you fix the charcoal?"

She damn well knew I hadn't. Not yet, anyway. I changed the subject, pretending innocence.

"Saw a rider yesterday. Out on the south ridge."

"Don't play innocent with me, mister. Charcoal. Yes or no?"

"No." I sighed overdramatically.

"Goddammit, Ned. You can't just buy it anymore! Ain't no more stores! Why didn't you?"

I shrugged. "Haven't seen a rider for a while. Looked like he was going into the mountains..."

"Good riddance. Let him go hide. Real folk like us got to rebuild now. And we need charcoal to do it. So get fixing, son."

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