[This post is from J.T.’s point of view.] “Dammit,” J.T. breathed the word, staring for a few seconds at the blood that soaked through Thom’s shirt, blood that obscured the wounds beneath. Camazotzi wounds might not fester the same way … Continue reading Eighteen – 04
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