Salvation in the Last Resort

Chapter 04 | Salvation in the Last Resort

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And then she stepped down the stairs, and it was obvious. No-one else in the Empire was permitted a dress of red.

Drip. Drip. Drip. That could get annoying. Well actually, it already had. It had been an incessant burrowing sound for well over a year. It would forever echo in his mind.

There was a loud clank, and there was the familiar groan of the heavy metal door swinging open. He picked his head up off the floor and stared...