He listened to the reports from the other rigs, as each felt the full fury of the waves and the wind and the lightning. ‘It’s over. The highway here was level with the ground, but after a mile or two it rose to a grand promenade looking down on the ruins of the city. Berenika hasn’t been talking much.
All you need is a reason. She was watching the platform, scanning passengers climbing aboard, porters shifting wares, uniformed police patrolling at leisure. Long arms look sloppy, tight to the body and not in sync. Gaunt put them on and fussed with the microphone until it was in front of his lips.
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