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Now it was sunset, and the valley was again fog-bound. As Deker and the hunchback approached the ruined city, he could hear the roars of the animals grazing madly on the plains, animals Deker had grown too familiar with during the months he and Gans had wandered over an insane, distorted continent.
They had managed to survive mainly and precariously by constant flight and desperate concealment. They had seen other Anarchs, each with his or her ivory tower and force shields. But wherever they had gone and whomever or whatever they had seen, the story was the same: No human being was free from the psychic fear blockage against any kind of evolutionary change.