On what might have been the twenty-fifth day of the journey through the ruined city, Red stumbled over a piece of rubble that came up to her knees and did not get up. Caterina and her traveling companions tried everything they could to make her rise again. Their sealed, silent mouths could not call the redhead's name, even if they knew it, but
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The enforced silence, having no true vocal chords, the slipping away of context that makes Caterina etch their days into a stick because she can't remember on her own, just makes this dystopia feel bleaker and more vague. Well done!
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