09/20/2025 Snippet, IRONGHOSTS.

First aid! They’re not going to forget basic stuff after an apocalypse, sorry.

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“So much for keeping quiet,” Nat observed as he pulled Oxman to his feet. “You still in there, Tom?”

“…What? My name’s Oxman,” Oxman slurred. “Oxman Granger. Peaceful guy, if you’re peaceful back… wait, you know that. Why was I on the ground? Something kick me?”

“Yeah,” Nat replied. “The pull-axe you grabbed. Guess it was First Age-enchanted after all.”

Oxman shook himself, then gingerly felt his head. “I feel like I was picked up, and thrown. That about right?”

“Got it in one. At least five feet, before the floor broke your fall. Lemme see your eyes.”

“I haven’t been taken over, Nat.”

“Yeah, but you might be concussed.”

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