Chapter 7
The Carrier
She woke because something was knocking.
One knock every two seconds, sharp, under her left shoulder, and with every knock something creaked on her right. She had a blanket that smelled of dog over her legs and a smell of hot tar in her nose, and above her there was a very low grey sky going past from right to left.
She tried to sit up.
Her right thigh said no with a clarity she had never known, and she went back down, and the man in front said, without turning round:
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