With that in mind, here is an attempt to provide an overview of what's happening where, as well as a recap on some of the major announcements that have taken place in the past few months.
Every few hundred yards on alternate sides of the route, a wooden waypost about a yard high was set into the ground.
The Bat—they called him the Bat.[…]. He'd never been in stir, the bulls had never mugged him, he didn't run with a mob, he played a lone hand, and fenced his stuff so that even the fence couldn't swear he knew his face.
His mom is such a neatnik that a dirty dish never even hits her sink.
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