[ Two o'clock direction: A group turns to stare at them with open curiosity and suspicion, and Ango's shoulders tense just lightly. Julius puts up a good job at imitation, but things should be done at the right time. The only way to remain alive was to predict everything two, three, ten steps ahead.
(Ango, unfortunately, possessed neither foresight nor intellect to do the latter, but to be fair, few people did.) ]
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(Ango, unfortunately, possessed neither foresight nor intellect to do the latter, but to be fair, few people did.) ]