Tag: post-apocalyptic
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Patina – Chapter 96
Sadja did not know how to feel about coming back into the thick of the woods. That weird, too-sweet scent of almost-rotten peaches still lingered in the air and if the grey pines still cried with tears of thick crimson sap. Silence loomed over the four of them. But at the same time, there was…
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Patina – Chapter 95
Gathering stuff was a little different around the Hunter’s hut. Sadja huffed as she pushed away the next Eerie corpse. Behind he the daughter flipped two more on her shoulders and threw a third on a makeshift sled, pulling them away. There were so many still hanging from the barbed wire hanging between the iron…
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Patina – Chapter 94
The Hunter shut the door and looked at the redhead as she stood silently, clenching and unclenching her right hand. “That was a bit uncalled for.” “She shot at you with a pistol and you get angry at me for a little bit of teasing?” “I already cleared things out with Cloria.” She whipped her…
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Patina – Chapter 93
So, reading. Sadja’s head still pounded. She repeated in her mind the different signs and mouthed the sounds even as she pressed the iron bars deep into the ground. Two days after Verna’s defeat and her apparent death (oh, Spirits, please let her rest three meters under in the cursed soil!) and she was already,…
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Patina – Chapter 92
Elissa pondered the Generator. It was a shuddering muscle of steam and steel, the beating heart of Belacqua, descending deep underground for dozens of meters, into the dark pits lined only by the reddish glow of its exhaust. Standing on the rail, she was so close her skin was covered in pearls of sweat and…
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Patina – Chapter 91
Peace was such a strange thing. At every moment, Sadja felt her body twitch with the urge to run, to hide, to find some place deep and dark to take refuge. She was used to experiments, then running through the cursed wilderness, monsters biting down her arms and fighting for her life against the woman…
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Patina – Chapter 90
Going back to welding made him feel weird. He was still somewhat good at it – Arguta did spend a good month teaching him, back when Old Man Salix was still a good head taller than him, and it was still as relaxing as ever. In a way, it reminded him of cruoromancy, just with…
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Patina – Chapter 89
Incredibly, Sadja couldn’t sleep. Maybe she didn’t really want to – she’d miss the amazing feeling of an actual bed. To anyone else, her current station would have not seemed anything special: she lay on a wide mattress, covered in three layers of thick blankets, but that was it. The fabric was coarse and they…
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Patina – Chapter 88
Sadja shifted on his back. He turned his face to look at her. “Welcome back. Feeling better?” “Hungry.” “We’ll get you something to eat soon enough. We just need to put some distance between us and…” At those words she stiffened. He shifted so her weight was better distributed on his back. The father carried…
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Patina – Chapter 87
The Hunter pulled Sadja back. What she did was impressive, but he doubted it had been just enough to down Mastra Verna. “You have been great,” he soothed her, passing his hands over her wound. Her skin healed and the wound closed, cruoromancy listening to his expertise as much as Sadja’s body. “Now please stay…
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