Lisa Sharp puts her arm around young Walnut and with the other extends the broken angel statue towards the sky.

It glows in the light.

LISA SHARP: Pretend there's two'a these and they both got they heads. FREEDOM. OVERSEER: Any last got•damn knick•knacks I should know about?!

Across the street the Overseer is confiscating the last of local Billybob minutiae from the neighbor.

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