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Chapter 59 — Parley
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2026-06-11 07:40:52Carol's voice came down from the roof at 11:31.
"Engines. Coming from the north end. More than one."
Maya was at the perimeter by 11:38. By 11:43 she could see them: three trucks, a minibus, two trailers, and a flatbed carrying something large under green tarpaulin with the crane arm folded flat against it like a sleeping insect. A white cloth was tied to the aerial of the lead truck. It snapped once in the wind, which was either a flag of parley or very optimistic laundry.
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