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SHORE 4: DEAD SHORE

“That’s the last time you clip your fingernails over my bunk,” said Flynn. His lip twisted into a sneer. “No more clip, clip. No more flying toenails.” That little habit had rankled Flynn’s patience for months. He holstered his flintlock … Continue reading

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