He curled his armored fingers, pressing a fingertip into the wall. He drew the first thing that came to mind—the simplest thing he could manage. A circle traced into the dust. A single curved line sprouting from its top. A few scratches bursting at its tip. A bomb. A wick. And a spark. “Oscar,” Adrian grunted as he pulled the bomb from the wall. “Take cover!” Oscar’s eyes widened. He grabbed Ruby beneath the arms and hauled her behind one of the coffins. Adrian let the bomb fall. It rolled a few inches from the wall and exploded. The flash was blinding. The blast pummeled against Adrian’s body
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