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An hour ago this road had been the most beautiful thing she had seen in months. Now she was on her knees in the dirt of it, pressing a stranger's wound closed, and her hands knew what to do before her mind caught up — boil the water, bind it clean, keep him talking. The engineer in her, the part that fixed things, woke up. There was so much to fix. Down the road behind the wounded man, more were coming. She did not look up to count them.
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