The Alchemist of Rust County
The wind howled across the Rust Wastes like a wounded animal, carrying with it the dust of ten thousand dead engines. Jesse Morrow knelt in the mud beside the wounded warlord daughter, his hands already stained with oil and blood. Kate Briggs had been shot through the shoulder. The bullet was still in there, and the rust fever was setting in. Jesse could feel it the way the radiation was eating...
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