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... But then it became an hour, and then two.
In the third hour, he took a break. He was also sweating, smelling like stale paint thinner. “Well, good, larva. At least you can run.”
“Potassium salts.” I huffed.
“What, now?” he asked
“Potassium salts. The mineral shipment they were guarding about half a mile back. Your next question was to make certain I was paying attention.”
“How many guards?”
“Four visible, but the drover was also armed and armored. ...
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