“At last he found it. Something they’d fabricated in panic, then stored in faint embarrassment for the primitive thinking it represented. Something primal. Something infinitely reassuring. An axe.”
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Children of Ruin By Adrian Tchaikovsky
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let me guess; you caught 3 pages of it on a random TV channel at 3am?
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some things don't need explanations
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