The gathering was the bastard child of a townhall and a party. There was no drinking, but a strange joy pervaded having nothing and discussing everything. When talk died out, singing began. These people had a peace of mind Terah envied. They were professionals discarded by society—each of them capable, but told there was no need for them. They lived here without utilities, subsisting on pilfered food that wasn’t freshly made, and yet they celebrated. He nevertheless wondered about the gorilla in the room, or rather, about the fire. The main business conducted centered on sending a party of two to get supplies and how to keep the wood stores replenished. Missionary parties were sent out in twos to get food. The nearest town was a three-hour walk, and it had a food pantry that was always the first stop. There was a super Walmart there as well, which had driven other area stores out of business. The giant chain ha...
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