Helped me concentrate, and that helped me slide a little more inside my own skull. I think that took not just physical energy, but mental, as well. Not your fault. I had the shotgun reloaded, but I let it swing down at my side.
It wasn't that deep. I used my key on the back door, and I pushed my way into the blessed dimness of a storage room. I don't want to send my men in to die, Blake. I could not do it.
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