Chapter 18 Chapter 18: Stripping the Mine Bare

His flip-flops made a wet, splattering sound with every step down the sloped rock face.

Julian dug through the sacks he'd scavenged off the battlefield and pulled out a black-iron short knife, still sharp, weighing it in his hand. Looted off one of Corbin's berserkers barely good enough for self-de...

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