Blurred Weaponry (Saints of the Void, Book 1) Page 21
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Boom. Boom. Boom.
The fasshim had started banging against the barred door, wood splintering loudly as it gave more with each hit. The Stitch must have reached its limit, and the creatures’ ferocity, and possibly hunger, no longer contained. The air was becoming cloudy with dust and dirt falling from the high ceiling thanks to the consistent pounding against the door. Saan did her best to remember that she was no longer regularly asthmatic as the urge to start taking tiny, panicked breaths kept coming back here and there.