If she had the key, Clara would have access to enough supplies and weapons to start a new life. The cache always held a predictable amount of weapons, food, supplies, silver, and a healthy balance of local currency.
“I could start a small war with access to a hunter cache.”
Clara was getting ahead of herself, as evidenced by her racing heart. She focused to steady her heart, but her body resisted the attempt.
The place was quiet, which was to be expected between shifts at the mine. Nearer to the front entrance, there was the confessional. Larger churches have several lined up, but in this case, there was only one.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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