Nobody looked at the wheel.
That was the first thing, and James did not have to say it. Maeve was already inside the cover with Halden. Ronan had both horses by the cheekpieces and was walking them forward the eighteen inches the collapsed corner would allow, to take the harness off their shoulders. Finn had gone to the frames at the back of the yard. Cillian had gone the other way, to the arched doorways along the northern block.
The broken wheel lay in four pieces under the axle and would still be lying there in ten minutes.
`[TIME REMAINING: 0:26:20]`
`[DISTANCE REMAINING: 1.6 KM]`
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The station was not a ruin so much as a building nobody had come back to.
