Hell or high water as cities burn, zip.
He went walking. And the cities burned behind him, one by one, like fallen stars. hell or high water as cities burn zip
The train lurched. Kael grabbed the rim of the hopper car and held on. Wind screamed past, thick with smoke and the sour smell of the river burning somewhere to the west. He had no food. No water. One canteen half-full and tasting of rust. A pistol with three bullets. A photograph of his sister, Mira, who’d taken the family car two weeks ago heading east. “Find ZIP,” she’d said. “Find me.” Hell or high water as cities burn, zip