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Darrick
The raids on men by moonlight continued until there were only five of them left. Five, when there had been twenty a fortnight past. That only accounted for the damages in their own tent. Cap knew the others had fared about the same.
He’d mulled over the intentions of the guards for so long he’d lost any chance at precious sleep. In the beginning he’d believed they were culling the weak to spread the meager resources amongst those who could still produce in the mines. It was a chilling thought, even then. But now, when they hadn’t ceased or even slowed their m******e, Cap understood that there was something much bigger going on. The inevitability of their own demise lingered heavy upon him, and when two more disappeared the night before, he accepted they were hovering before a
