The Flying Wind, Pt 1
Another crack, this one louder and echoing. Timbers creaked. Eyes wide, Wim dashed up the mine. He nearly impaled his left shoulder with his pickaxe in a frenzied rush. Behind him, lumber snapped and rock roared into the shaft.
Another crack, this one louder and echoing. Timbers creaked. Eyes wide, Wim dashed up the mine. He nearly impaled his left shoulder with his pickaxe in a frenzied rush. Behind him, lumber snapped and rock roared into the shaft.