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- 3: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, early Monday morning
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- 5: Outside the Gentlemen's Closet, Baltimore, Friday evening
- 6: A quiet pier, Cat Island, Bahamas, Tuesday morning
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Date: 2020-11-24 07:37 pm (UTC)She swallowed, and chewed on the inside of her bottom lip for a second before she spoke. And when she did, her voice was carefully flat, all rasp.
"We had a hydro farm," she said. "It was supposed to keep us going for five years. But two years in, it started to fail. Soy bean crop got infected."
In all the years since the dark one, she hadn't talked about this to anyone but Lucifer.
"We could save it, with seeds from the healthy plants. But only if we eradicated the rest. Which was going to leave us without protein for an entire year."