Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 24 from what he could gather just by keeping his eyes open, the DOA base was about as secure as it was possible to get. They were keen to debrief him, but had already made it clear that he wasn't expected to go back to the Bright Land. That alone had made him feel as if he'd won the big prize. They'd treated him well, almost like a visiting ambassador, and their med lab had even removed the tiny implant placed in his body by the Manitou for the purpose of tracking. For the first time in too many years, he was safe. "The badlands." Severin spoke, breaking the Englishman's remembrance. "All we have are general details, like the basic geography and conditions. Did you ever go to the Western wall? In particular, we need all you can give us on a mountain region the Manitou call Chamael's Garden ...
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