“Maybe I’ll see you, man,” Baker said, and wiped slick blood from his face absently. Garraty lowered his head and wept. “Don’t watch ’em do it,” Baker said. “Promise me that, too.” Garraty nodded, beyond speech. “Thanks. You’ve been my friend, Garraty.” Baker tried to smile. He stuck his hand blindly out, and Garraty shook it with both of his. “Another time, another place,” Baker said. Garraty put his hands over his face and had to bend over to keep walking. The sobs ripped out of him and made him ache with a pain that was far beyond anything the Walk had been able to inflict. He hoped he
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