Too Late For Regret: He Lost His Unstoppable Engineer

trailers sat unevenly on churned earth. A generator hummed constantly, a dull, irri

door latrines. Rationed water for washing.

refully packed city clothes

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on but heavy with dismissal. "This is a disaster zone, not a university

he camp. "Your pretty drawings don't mean a damn thing out

hot, flooded through her. All those late nights

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earn. From the ground up. Report to the survey team at 0500. They'll show

g there, the useless binder heavy in her hands

stubbornness, her own quiet resolve, flickere

ould