Chapter 35 Chapter 35
The scrappers didn't advance with the clean discipline of Bladewell enforcers. They moved like crabs across the salt-crust, bodies slanting low, bare feet silent in the gray muck. The leader tapped his hooked pole against a basalt pillar — a sharp brittle tink — and two of them split toward my right...
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