Tag: Rook Vlakovian
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A Cigarette
“He’s not there,” Rook’s voiced echoed out to Jenny. “I’m heading to the surface.” Jenny strolled out of the greenhouse, crumpling up her gum wrapper and tossing it away with a flick of her thumb. Nodding into the darkness of the bunker, she watched as the pale blue glow Rook emitted moved swiftly to the…