﷽oͦͦͦͦͦͦͦͦͦ﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽௵﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽௵ (poweer)

Everyone else in the bar had scattered or was still hugging the floor. She led him onto a veranda and down rickety stairs into an alley, back onto Bay Street, past liquor row of stacks and stables converted to warehouses that were receiving crates and barrels even at night, and onto Frederick Street.