Bottled and Buried
Who told you what was down here?
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6 min readJan 17, 2022
Mira Klein massaged the heel of her left hand, the slow ache of it deepening in the chill of the cell. It would bruise, but by all accounts it had come away the victor — that drunken bastard’s nose hadn’t been so lucky.
More importantly, she’d dragged the fight outside where it belonged, and done her job keeping the Brew Cellar hidden.
