"No, it's-" Strike stopped when he saw the soft rise and falls of Jill's chest. He let her sleep, keeping watch for potential danger. He looked up. Twinkling white dots were scattered across the sky. Here, you couldn't see them well, but in the Outskirts, it was beautiful. And the moon. It faithfully shined on his blue-gray face, like always. He took a deep breath of rotten Twolegplace air and went back to lookout duty. @
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