By Your Leave
Before the Walls of Pavona, Winter IC 2403-4 “Still hungry?” asked Jorien absently as he picked at a spot of rust in his handgun’s pan. Nikolaas groaned. “Please, not again,” he said. “It’s not funny anymore.” “I never said it was. But at least it was a new joke when I first said it.” “What?” […]
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