..and the thunder did rumble.
We spent a moment checking our weapons, hoping the rot of misfire would be tempered by our righteous fury. They didn't know we were riding.
They didn't know our hate.
Nature knew. She sent the storms of vengeance in advance.
"..`for truth in the low places we hate, we gird the anger, and we slay", the mantra escaped our
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