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43. Armor of Tape and Moonlight
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2026-08-30 15:16:39The sharp, tearing screech of industrial canvas tape echoed through the small cottage, breaking the heavy silence.
We had spent the last two hours tearing through every closet, shed, and storage bin on the property. What we found wasn't military-grade armor, but it was the best we could do to survive the teeth of the infected. I pulled a thick, oversized wool sweater over my head, followed by a heavy canvas hunting jacket that swallowe
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The Last Howl 43. Armor of Tape and Moonlight
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