A short story from my upcoming 2nd book, "The Glorious & The Wretched."
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The ran like a pack of wolves through the night, the larger staggered around the weaker. They glided underneath the steel and stone that towered into the heavens above, the scaffolding that reached up in defiance. They understood that. Faster, they moved like a single organism, the torches in their hands gleaming ever so little in the lower depth of blackness. They needed very little light, and in fact, they preferred it dim.