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The smell of urine wafted to them. I told him I'd ask you. Winged insects in flight for their lives began to hum past overhead, the first tangibleevidence of the _Eciton_ swarm. Hopelessness washed through her.

Azador rolled his eyes. Theheartbeats of those he guarded still echoed through the cavernous garage, slow and even, as thoughnothing had changed. His distrust of the strangereased a little. 'Pity stayed his hand,' or something like that.