“My parents say the Dregs who don’t make it here get sent away. Somewhere out there.” With that, he walks over to stand next to me and points beyond the city’s outer wall toward the foothills in the distance. “Why do you think they send them there?” “They said there are camps where they can work. It’s good, because they all get to be together.” “Camps,” I breathe, staring out into the distance. Is that what happened to Josie Pyke? Is she at some sort of labor camp?
