A fruiter at the market put the feeling into words. "Do you think there'll be a war?" he asked as he watched me pick over his peaches. Peaches are fragile and bruise if mishandled.
"War?"
He nodded. "A war, here in the city."
"Wars need room. They're fought on plains, not cities"
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