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Hartman frowned. “That’s not the official name.”

Hartman’s eyes lit up with academic greed. “Mercury contamination. The river downstream has had off-the-chart levels for years. If we can locate the source barrels, we can model the dispersion.” Hartman frowned

“Don’t touch anything,” Lena whispered. “That dust is a neurotoxin.” The river downstream has had off-the-chart levels for years

“So why are we here?” asked Chloe, the young assistant, hugging her sample kit. “You can model,” Lena said, getting out of the jeep

“You can model,” Lena said, getting out of the jeep. Her boots squelched into the mud. “I’ll make sure you don’t step on a landmine.”

Chloe was trembling. “This isn’t a preserve. It’s a tomb.”

“That’s the truth of the URAP,” Lena said softly. “We don’t restore the land. The land restores the truth. And the truth is, we are capable of anything.”