The Dark Device of the Great Chasm, Chapter 16

Amates 21, 1277. Early morning on the prairie after having been tossed out like a sack of potatoes with no coffee in sight.

    The mercenary tossed me into the dirt, which caused nearby insects and a prairie ferret to run for safety. The fall knocked some of the wind out of me and I gasped in the dusty, dry air. I glared up at my captor through the first rays of the morning sun.

    She wasn’t impressed.

    The woman smirked back with a toothy grin, complete with orcish fangs. Lean and hard muscl...
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