Following right after last week’s.
Her hand slid back down toward the gravel, brushing the heavy climbing belt on the way, her fingers catching on one of the pouches fastened there. Penny’s face came into memory. “You’re going to be short of belt loops, carrying all the anchors,” Penny had said, “so let Timi carry your tracer. But keep the stuff in the emergency pouch with you. It doesn’t weigh that much.”
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