… took this job. Bazorgbeg sent us to our deaths. I think I'm the last one. The Dwarf things didn't follow me in here, but it's so cold. * * * Leaned against a big tube. The whole thing shifted. There were lights, then steam. At least it's warm, now. * * * I can see another tube like the others. First one warmed the room. Maybe the next makes Dwarf food? No rations, so what's to lose?
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