Chapter 71: The Dead
“Now we run?” Damien whispered, afraid that speaking too loudly would awaken the thousand dead gazes locked at him. “No,” Mice said, walking backwards away from the gunslinger. “The girls and I run.” Damien tightened the grip on his pistols. “We can talk about it. I’ll just get one crystal, you keep the rest.” “Oh, we’re not in it for the crystals,” Mice smiled as withering hands crawled out of the soil. “Gahagan and Laserburn send their regards.” As long dead miners and explorers freed themselves from their graves, aided by the healing tree sap, Damien felt like sinking into the dirt himself. The dirt of regret. The cold embrace of treason. “Motherf…” Damien raised his gun at Mice, but stopped as dark-matter missile exploded in front of him. The black and purple projectile covered Da
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