Yellow Mould Bomb
‘I have some cleaning up for you to do today,’ Ganhook announced over breakfast yesterday. My stomach dropped. More work. For once, couldn’t he have waited until we’d finished eating before he dropped bad news. ‘A friend of mine’s mansion was mould bombed by a rival last night,’ Ganhook continued. ‘The city guards haven’t been informed. My friend is worried that if word gets…
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