Riots, strikes, less-than civil disobedience, all shaking the nation apart. Mark saw it
coming. For the first time since that boat arrived, he saw the wreck at the end of the
tunnel.
“We, this country is sitting on a fault line,” he said emphatically to Bernard.
“That’s a thousand miles east of here.”
“No, more of a political one. This country is being torn into pieces by its own people.”
“I don’t think its more than a briar patch, really.”
“It’s more than that, it’s a shattered existence.
“The beginning of the end,” he said staring over the harbor.
“We, this country is sitting on a fault line,” he said emphatically to Bernard.
“That’s a thousand miles east of here.”
“No, more of a political one. This country is being torn into pieces by its own people.”
“I don’t think its more than a briar patch, really.”
“It’s more than that, it’s a shattered existence.
“The beginning of the end,” he said staring over the harbor.
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