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April 23rd, 4045 (Terran Time)

Triston scowled at his bowl of mush. It’d been three days since he arrived at his childhood home. He’d found Gammi’s chair empty and covered in blood and strips of flesh. Tavi was nowhere to be found. He knew she wasn’t dead; otherwise there would be another sickening pool of caked blood somewhere in the shack. He had searched the Ditches but hadn’t found her. Triston threw the bowl of mush away and decided he was hungry enough to splurge a little. Fingering the coins he swiped from a tourist, he headed to one of his favorite restaurants for dinner.

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