An Unofficial Biography of The Real Burnouts: Chapter 2

-2- When Cub opened his eyes, he saw they were standing in some kind of laboratory. There were rows of workbenches loaded with jars of bubbling coloured liquids, ancient tea-stained books balanced in precarious stacks, and toppled beakers dripping steaming unidentifiable substances onto the floor, formed sizzling acidic puddles. Black Cloud waited for the blade … Continue reading An Unofficial Biography of The Real Burnouts: Chapter 2

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