Someone forgot to reattach the canopy over our storage area, and the salt stores got wet. They are now useless. How much longer can we survive without this crucial mineral, how much longer before our increasingly lethargic limbs cannot fight off the hordes of infected man-things that even now swarm the base of this plateau? There will be not punishment nor recrimination, but someone will have to volunteer to dash for the pans and depressions around the closest inland sea, a trek of two days beyond the borders of relative safety. Oh, I hope they do not select me.
mentiri factorem fecit – 場黑麥
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