Story a day: 10.6.16

Her forearms looked like rope when she hefted the two-handed hammer. It gleamed gold now, but the pristine coating would not last, she hoped.

Pebbles crunched as she crept down the corridor. Not loud enough to alert anything living down here. Probably. It didn’t matter. The sound of her heavy armor would give her away soon enough and then the fun could begin.

She straightened, abandoning stealth, and charged deeper into the lair.

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