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... Maybe four if we ration hard. After that we’re eating our shoes."
"I call dibs on the left boot," Wei Lin said helpfully.
Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Nobody laughed because the eight year old wasn’t joking.
Three days to feed fifteen people. Fifteen people who’d fought yesterday. Who’d survived Blood Path cultivators and exhaustion and trauma. Who were looking at him to somehow make this work.
Fantastic. Hunter had gone from "might die in combat" to "will defi ...
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