Salt and Rations
Author: Ocha Ruby
last update2026-09-07 16:42:00

Chapter 10: Salt and Rations

The heavy iron door of the salt docks slammed shut behind Deyvok with a dull, echoing thud that rattled his teeth. The air inside the sprawling warehouse was instantly heavy, thick with the sharp, choking sting of coarse white sodium chloride and the damp, rotting stench of old burlap sacks. Stacks of massive crates reached up toward the rusted corrugated rafters, casting long, fractured shadows across the damp concrete floor. Deyvok kept his head down, his soot-sta
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