Chapter8
I packed everything remaining in the basement piece by piece into my backpack: two thick down jackets, a can of alcohol, half a box of hemostatic powder, a roll of tape, a broken pry bar, two signal flares, and that old interstate highway map. I also took the alcohol lamp—small flame, but life-susta...
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