Picked up a hitchhiker at the edge of the Zone. The dirt and rips of his suit told me he had been traveling quite some time.
The Old Bull fidgeted with his pistol and I grew nervous.
"You know..." his voice rustled, "The Square is on the corner with a cute triangle, and the Circle ain't around much no more."
He waited. I knew the message but was too afraid to reply.
As we passed the Pet Factory, he began to tell me of his time with the Saints and Martyrs of Science. It was a long story, but we still had a long way to go.
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