Chapter 16: One Fire Destroyed Half Our Supplies

Phinex’s POV

Zangweila stood in the snowstorm, a layer of white quickly gathering on the shoulders of his black coat.

“Why don’t you get another car?” he asked.

“This one’s been with me for three years,” I said. “We have history.”

“Snow doesn’t care about history.”

He glanced at the front of th...

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