Chapter 64 The Miracle of the Omelet

Chapter 64: The Miracle of the Omelet

That basement  was dark and smelled strongly of aged turnip. 

Neria sat on an overturned wooden crate, staring at the obsidian egg resting on a pile of discarded laundry.

"Okay, Pip," Neria said, poking the shell with a rusty iron poker. "The second captain l...

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