I am beaten around the face and neck more times than I can count. I black out a number of times. Then they put a bag over my head. I’m taken down, down, elevator, tunnels. This place goes deep. The rock around here is volcanic, right? Must be real expensive.
Tags: mini saga, noir, pulp
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