Back in New Galle, Oscar was hard at work in the lab. He had showered, shaved, and dressed himself in casual clothes before heading in. He’d pondered grabbing a small pocket revolver he kept on his nightstand, right next to the flask of bourbon. The gun was an antique, something made to be sold in knockoff pawn shops for milk money, but it packed enough wallop to ward off those with ill intentions.
The Erebus Effect: Chapter 5
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