As she headed to Whistle’s barn, Destry wondered if this was how her parents felt when they left the city to set up a homestead beyond Verdance’s reach. She inhaled the smell of prairie dirt and summer grass, remembering her first few days of life here in La Ronge. After decanting, she learned to stand up and walk outside the lab with Destry Senior and Frenchie. Her mother’s face was angular, her mouth always set in a knowing smirk; and her father was tall and thin, a white hat settled far back on his head. They had signed up for the parenting program after centuries of seeding Maskwa with
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