The pavement is shattered into large tilted slabs of asphalt. One live street lamp lights five dead ones -- two with broken globes. No lights in any near buildings; but along the waterfront, beyond veils of smoke, you think you see fire. To the west, the pylons of the bridge frame, the last remaining exit from Bellona. Across the street, to the east, you see a narrow alley. The street continues north.

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