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Chapter Sixteen
Devil's Slide/November 28
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Our allies are to be found not in the primitive societies of the third world where we have wasted our substance, but in the inner cities and small towns of rural America.
THE SOYUZ MANIFESTO
Morgan swung the rented, near-to-invisible gray Japanese car through Golden Gate Park to the ocean frontage. The fog was heavy, condensing on the windshield where the inadequate wipers lashed to and fro in a futile effort to clear the glass. The digital clock on the dash showed ten after three, and the wide road ahead and beyond seemed deserted. In the park, great cypress trees rose, shadows in the fog. The windmills, San Francisco landmarks, raised their cruciform arms in silent threat. The wisping fog made them seem monstrous.
Morgan glanced across at Anna Neville. She was covered with Morgan's raincoat and her head rested against the window. She had huddled there in silence ever since they had left the side street near the restaurant. She was exhausted. Morgan recognized the symptoms. One could reach a point where re-

 
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