“I told you not to barricade the door!” Mich was already nervous about exposing himself to new circumstances. It wasn’t like there were lots of complicated rules to obey to stay safe. Too many variables. Too much space between atoms. “I didn’t.” Terah was beyond the corner, struggling with a pack now overloaded with food. “Well, it’s gonna take a lotta work to get out.” Terah was grateful to put down the pack for a moment. His shoulders ached. He stepped around the corner. In Mich’s light he could see about ten feet of detritus packed against the door. This was going to take an hour or two. He began pulling pieces of old furniture out and tossing them into the rooms that lined the corridor. After several minutes of this, they’d made no apparent progress. “They don’t want us to go,” Mich panted between loads. “That’s why we have to,” Terah responded. Not sure of the time, they had waited until the sky thr...
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