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298 pages, Paperback
First published December 6, 2016
At the edge of the clearing stood the newly built watchtower, where the guards kept their weapons. It was the most fortified building in the camp.
One of the younger guards, Willa, emerged from the tower, yawning. "Do you have the next shift, Luke?" she called, breaking into a slow jog as she made her way toward them. "It's completely dead. No signs of activity. There aren't even weapons to look after."
Luke's brow furrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I guess they moved the weapons out?" Willa shrugged. "I left my rifle on the rack but now it's gone."
"They'll regroup," Luke said, his voice tight. "We should expect a skirmish as soon as we start back west--"
"I doubt it," Glass cut in quietly. "They don't have anyone commanding them anymore. It'll take them longer than a few hours to figure out how to start thinking for themselves. They'll have to find their way back to other groups of Protectors, and there aren't other settlements near here, at least not from what I'd gathered. I don't think we'll have to worry about them again."