Leo sat down beside her, breathless from the walk from the station, looking at the girl who had been his anchor since they were small enough to fit through the crawl-tubes.
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"Always," she replied. "Now, let's go. We're burning daylight." Leo sat down beside her, breathless from the
Leo was the scout, always three steps ahead, his untied laces whipping against the pavement. Maya was the chronicler, stopping to inspect every shimmering beetle or unusually smooth pebble. Leo sat down beside her