Ashes to Desire
They were armed, pipes, knives, and a rusted axe, and their movements carried the easy confidence of predators who knew they had the upper hand.
“Scavengers,” I muttered, more to myself than to Ember.
“Friendly?” she whispered, though her tone made it clear she already knew the answer.
“No.”
The scavengers stopped in the middle of the street, their leader stepping forward. He was a tall man with a thick beard and a scar cutting across his temple. His coat was patched with mismatched fabric, and the edges were dark with what looked like old blood.
“Anything?” he barked, his voice rough.
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