A young man with dark green hair sat on the side of the road, staring blankly ahead, holding a cat tightly with one hand. There was a pontoon bridge across the river, and carts, trucks, men, women, and children were pouring across it. The mule cart staggered up the steep slope from the bridge, and some soldiers were holding the wheel spokes to help push the cart. The truck rattled up the slope and drove away, leaving everything behind, while the farmers were still stumbling around in ankle-deep dust. But the boy sat there, motionless.
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