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She winced at the phrase she had used before, over and over. He
looked like he was going to argue. Then one of the mission staff
emerged from the tent. He was wearing a lab coat and a mask that
concealed his features. “Welcome to the Bofinger Medical Mission.
You are all invited to dinner at eight p.m. You will be shown to tents
where you can dress appropriately. Please be punctual
• He turned and walked back into the marquee.
Several servants had taken their cue and
began beckoning to the visitors. Sarah rubbed
at her face, feeling the weight of the air
tighten around something in the center of her
forehead. It was like the dirty sky was pushing
down and threatening to crush them all.