Monday, October 3
Cast Upon Tides of Weal and Woe - Part 11: Fair Winds and Following Seas
Kham snorted. He had Zainat's pistol and bullets out on the breakfast table.
"What's so funny?" asked Cal.
"Zainat wasn't kidding," he said, still chuckling. He held up one of the ten bullets between thumb and forefinger.
The letters: "C", "A" and "M" were etched into its side. [MORE]
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