บท 73: Chapter 73: Memories, Part 2

While the soup was bubbling, he hung a kettle over the fire as well and prepared his tea while he waited for it to heat. The supplies and foodstuffs had come easily, even if it had been a long time since he'd had to whore himself out for money. It wasn't work he'd missed, but it was still better than taking to any sort of stage.

And now he was away from all of it, alone in a ruined city.

Hopefully by the time he left it he wouldn't be such a damned mess.

By the time he'd finished two cups of tea the soup was ready. It didn't have the kinds of flavors Cemal had always managed, but it was edible. After he was finished, he cleaned everything up, relieved himself in the woods, then crossed the city again to get back to work.