‘Where are you, Roy? We’re not…’ Sall swung the hammer up to his shoulder. Pain lanced through his side. ‘Finished!’
All around was the crumbling roar of burning timber and the hiss of steam as the blaze collapsed into the sea. He stumbled back the way he had come, back towards the long gun, trying to find a way out of the smoke.


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